Hands of Mine

These hands of mine

Are crooked, calloused

Weathered, rough, work-worn

Looking as if they belong

To a person older and wiser than I

Hands of mine

Covered in paint

Splotched in ink

Covered in scars gained

From battling with creativity

These hands of mine

Though crooked, are loving

Scarred and calloused, yet gentle

Weathered and work-worn but compassionate

Hands of mine

That tell so much

Yet noticed so little

Trembling with kindness

Hardened by battle scars

These hands of mine

Though old and wise,

Are enough for me.