My Hands Remember

My Hands Remember

A Poem by Aradie Rain
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The memories through my hands point of view.

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My hands remember

 

They remember everything

From the day I was born

To the day I will die.

 

The feel of thousands and thousands

Of ripe fruit in september

 

The cutting of wood

for fires and timber

 

My hands remember

 

The scorching and pain

of the hot embers

burning as their fingers touched them

 

The cool sensation

of water and aloe, in the heat of summer

Or the deep winters chill in late December.

 

They remember every animal touched

Every person played with, every tree healed

Oh they remember

 

My hands remember the memories

Both joyful and painful.

Haunted by sensations they want to forget.

 

Cold steel cylinders

locked them in a box.

Wet droplets fell upon their palms

Now members of their masters doings.

 

My hands remember

 

The rushing water

used to take their brother's breath.

 

Pulling him from the lake,

water forcing them back

Yes they remember that too

 

Meeting their new family

so far from home

New people, no familiar sensations that november

 

My hands remember

 

Their brave courage

When they would not do what their

Criminal master wished.

 

They would not hurt that man

Self defense or not; they would not become another member

 

My hands remember...

too much

© 2010 Aradie Rain


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This is very good :)

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Added on January 26, 2010
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