Hands

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Todays Prompt:
Go. . .

Hands . . .
Uncensored tenderness in every touch . . .

It's my world.  It's what I see.  What I touch.  What I feel not only through touch but in my soul.

To look down as this tiny creature holds my finger.  Their sweetness.  It turns my world into tenderness. 

I loose count how many hands I hold.  There's the wandering
3 year old.  There's the 2 year old.  And then theirs the babies.

And these old hands.  That reach out to grab a toddler as it tumbles.
A baby that rolls into unsafe territory. 

These old hands that get so dry in the winter from the constant washing.
They are made young.  It's good.  It's sweetness. 

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