I have always taken a small hint of pride
In my ink-smudged hand.
To me it means that I made something
And I was so lost in it
That I smeared my handprint on it
And left my mark.

I also write things on my hand.
Words that remain on my heart
While I soar through my day...
      
       Habakkuk 2:1...You can do it...
                Il mio bel salvataggio...
  Love? above all Things I believe in Love.

Some of these are tattoo ideas
Some of them are already permanent
And some just help me get through the day.

I like my ink-stained hand
It makes up for my nail-scratched arm.