|My old hands.|
I learnt: to feed myself, first with my fingers, then cutlery.
to play pat a cake, clap and wave.
to colour in and write.
to tie my shoelaces.
to play with toys and dolls.
to hold and play with my baby brothers.
to play the piano and recorder.
to craft, knit, sew and crochet.
to play tennis.
As I grew older, with my hands,
I learnt: to play netball.
set my neighbour's hair in rollers.
stroke my cat.
drive a car.
work as a filing clerk, typist, accounting machine operator, in a canning factory and finally as a proof machinist and teller in a bank.
As life progressed, my hands,
held my hubbie's hand.
tended my children daily as they grew.
learnt to make meals and bake.
to do all the daily household chores.
As I matured, my hobbies needed these hands for,
patchwork and quilting,
gardening and flower arranging.
Then, I started to "blog", still needing these hand to make friends all around the world.
There are probably many things I've forgotten that our hands do, but I'm still sure these are my most important and favourite tools.
What do you think?
That's all folks. Just a little thoughtful post. Take care.