who's hands are these
are they my mom's
they are capable
of working so hard
though i don't
so much, i have
and they do
are they my dad's
i can work with them
they get
how most things fit
pretty much
on their own
are these the hands
of some ancestor
whose thumb swiveled
around abit
are these the hands
at the ends
of your wrists, henchmen
to would-be poets