Army Mom’s Safe Haven

YOUR HANDS

I miss your hands
It's just that
plain and simple –

I shouldn't.

I should hate you,
but I don't.

Instead, there are times,
intense times,
when I miss you, still.
I guess, in some ways,
I always will.

Your hands were large
and rough
but they were always gentle
on my shoulders.

You gave great hugs.
And you never hurt me...

at least, not until the end.

©Copyright June 22, 2007 by Christina