These Hands,

These working hands.

The pain throbbing from them brings me joy,

The pain whistling through my skin,

nerves and nails brings me pleasure.

why does this searing pain feel so good you ask?

Because this pain put food in our families stomachs,

This pain pays the bills,

This pain gets them what they need

and most of all this pain is worth the smiles I see on their faces

and in their hearts.

The pain in these hands brings me peace.
                                      
oh!! These Working Hands