A new type of writing for Friday’s. It’s called Five-Minute Friday. It’s a prompt in which you simply write about for five minutes without stopping….let’s go!!
It’s what allows me to touch, feel, hold things, throw things, even mold things.
I knit with them, just sit with them, read, feed, and weed with them.
They can be gentle, rough, tough or filled with stuff.
They can make a noise, or quietly decide, give a gentle wave, or clap for just one more lap.
They can be pretty or natural, and come in all shapes and sizes.
They grow with us, teach us, and are the final judgement to impeach us.
They can be good and filled with love, or evil and become nothing but a thug.
Our hands touch everything, including my pillow to end my day,
but there’s still no rest, for these hands of mine, for the first to rise
I can only hope I do them no harm, as I hit that darn alarm.