Day #312 The hand

These are hands of a father.
Hands of a lover.
Hands of a painter and a writer.
Hands that holding up the massive body,
dingle dangle buses and trains to go to work,
or back home.

These are hands of a man
Hands that carry loads of burden
Hands that carry his little child and his wife in each hand
Hands that lead
Hands that give beggars he meets

This is the hand of a Cancer.
This is the hand of a friend.