For Taylre

Your hands are elegance, Grammy’s rings
on the right
and left indexes,
Fresh
polish
sheen,
There’s a history in those hands.


Creamed corn recipe,
Repairing of hems,
A perfect back scratching
And Miss Mary Mack (Mack, Mack…)


Those graceful hands,
Those weapons used for good,
You always understood the right thing.
Your fingers paint portraits,
Form families, catch stars.
Your hands do all the things
That in your dreams you are capable.
And I dream of you,
skyline in your eyes,
standing on the overhang,
hands open, palms up,
listening,
waiting,
offering.