These hands are soft
These hands have held other hands
These hands are cold, delicate and frail
But his hands were different

His hands are hardened and calloused over
His hands are welcoming
His hands have held hammers and saws
His hands have also held a new life
His hands have held mine
His hands worked much more than expected
His hands are like no other
His hands are missed
No longer am I, anyone or anything going to be able to touch his hands
the way I use to