Ode to Hands by Tim Lynch

lost in her house as her body led her nowhere, did you house her hands in yours?

Ode to Hands

by Tim Lynch

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What I know is once your mother pushed 

& now she cannot hold you.

What I believe is hands are the real windows

fogged by what breathes in us, who we keep. 

What I want to know is, lost 

in her house as her body 

led her nowhere, did you house her

hands in yours? There, there, 

you know, are no doors.