Hands ♥️
Upon leaving  O’Hare Field  
Sunlight peeked through gray and white clouds
Glistening diamonds on the cold December snow
The silver wings would soon take me home
As we took flight
My thoughts meshed with Chicago and you.
I remembered your sparkling blue eyes
Your smile, quick and easy ...
But what I can’t forget are your hands!
Hands that work with iron
Strong and calloused
Yet they touch my cheek as gentle as a feather
Always I remember
The softness in the roughness of your hands ❤️