our hands define us
revealing character,
the workers from the artists.
your hands, lines deep in wisdom
expressive in art and words
radiating genuine warmth.
when gathered at your feet
children congregate
listening attentively
each word gesticulatory illustrated
meaning complete, lessons learned.
those hands that never tire
signalling love.
benign, boisterous, beautiful
always with insight and compassion.
Morpethroad 
A triumphant joy to read. An insight from years I’ve yet to have as writer.
Thank you for your comment. Some works are labours of love my friend.
our hands like our eyes certainly reveal many things about us – than you Summer for this delightful piece.
Thanks RM you are as generous as always. Lovely that you have visited.
I was told my hands show I have an old soul. 🙂 Wonderful
Good. You should be asleep.
Ha it’s 5:30, my normal slowly waking time.
I love it! Hands are actually my favorite feature, I have trouble with eye contact so I often look at the hands. My husband has really sexy hands lol
Yes I love hands. I have a post or two about my ‘Hand Man’.
hehe =)