As a toddler my mom taught me
to use hands for games,
Patty cake, patty cake,
We had so much fun.
In 1st grade Mrs. Z taught me about hands.
The big hand represents the hours,
The small hand is for minutes,
And that skinny red one counts the seconds.
In high school Sarah Kay taught me
about holding hands, and hand models
She said "I read hands to tell your past."
Hands learn she said to me.
A coworker taught me to speak with hands.
Thumb in, 4 fingers up, thats "B" she said.
We could talk without moving our lips,
It was magic.
No one taught me the importance of hands,
Though.
The way you need to stretch your hands,
Reach out to the world and say,
"Here. Grab on, I won't let you fall"
How to make my hands, helping hands.
The kind with strong cracks and callouses
But they have a soft touch, gentle hands.
Hands that can stand the beating of
Negativity
Hatred
Rejection.
Hands that stay open,
Ready to accept whatever...
Gifts
The world gives them.
I want to learn how to use my hands,
To inspire a nation.
Who will teach me?
I love Sarah Kay, her poem was the first thing I thought of!