A mothers hands so gentle
&
So soft
Caring for her children
Is all she knows

A fathers hands are rough
For he works with his hands
building
Someone else's dreams
&
Then he comes home
With the hard earned
Green
To pay
The bills
&
Provide
For his family

The children's only
Real job
Is to imagine
Create
Little masterpieces with
Their hands

Hands are the gateways to
Our lives