My Hands (repost)

photo credit: Gay Block


These are my hands.
They have made both good and hopeful love.
They’ve coaxed night terrors from a dog
And curled in upon themselves
So hard
As to wake cramped.
These hands have prayed belligerent and beseeching prayers.
Fine and common meals have been made.
Black eyeliner and red lipstick
Precursors to an exhibition
Of art both sublime and something less.
These lovely hands are mine
Because I baited fishing poles
And threw back the fish.
Sometimes I gutted those fish on the driveway
And loved the color and shapes I found inside.
These hands have thrown one wine glass
At a man
And missed completely.
They have signed unread contracts
And penned love letters
Unfortunately unappreciated
By anyone but me.
I love my hands
Because they have been strong
And now they aren’t.
I love that I still love them.
I love them still.
-Cathy Aten 2013



5 Responses to “My Hands (repost)”

  1. Maureen on January 29th, 2016

    Cathy, your words are so beautiful and powerful. I am sharing this poem with a good friend of mine who lives with MS. She will also appreciate it. Thank you for sharing your life and wisdom and heart.

  2. Alexis on January 31st, 2016

    Honest and beautiful.

  3. Barbara McDaniel on February 1st, 2016

    Thank you for this. I love them too.

  4. laura Hegfield on February 8th, 2016

    beautiful… gratitude is so expansive!

  5. Dennis Chamberlain on July 26th, 2016

    Compelling, moving. I am there with your hands as you speak of them

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