My hands.
They are not particularly large hands.
Nor are they especially strong,
Any more.
They have been used well,
Over the long arches of the years.
They have held babies,
But they have held grown men at bay.
They have carried a gun
But they have held a pen, too.
They have worked hard.
And played hard.
They have held flowers,
And strong drink.
Just once in a while,
They have fought.
Oh, they were strong once,
But they were never large.
Yet now, cupped,
They are just the right size to hold
Your heart.


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