Poetic Thoughts and Stuff...

Hands
          by: Jennifer Evans

Each line on my hands resembles a breath,
a waking moment, a fleeting step.
Some short and shallow, others long and deep;
A twisted road with infallible leaps.

Gazing intently at the palms of these hands
another quarter century will I understand
the mysteries I've pondered, the questions I've asked?
Will I be the same woman I was in the past?

What will these hands cherish, what will they hold -
the dreams of today or a future unknown?
How will they look and what will they tell
of the life that they lived on the body they dwell?

Each line on my hands resembles a breath,
a gaze at my lover, a promise 'til death.
Some short and shallow, others long and deep;
A full life of blessings these hands will keep.