traveller on the backroads

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poem “Her Hands” by Michael Traveler, author/poet.

her hands had known and touched

and felt the best and the worst

that life had to offer.

they’d held a newborn they’d kneaded bread

they’d mended sweaters they’d caressed her man.

felt a rose petal petted a cat soothed a boo boo prayed to God.

her hands had seen their share of toil

and despair triumph and joy sorrow and love.

her hands had served God 💓.

May be an image of indoor

Published by Nelle

I am interested in writing short stories for my pleasure and my family's but although I have published four family books I will not go down that path again but still want what I write out there so I will see how this goes

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