Hands

In the past year, I have held many hands.
Big ones, small ones.
Stiff ones, soft ones.

I have held these hands for many reasons.
Many circle times.
Many plays.

I have said hello by holding hands.
I have let go of feelings by holding hands.
I have said hard goodbyes by holding hands.

While on walks, I’ve held hands in friendship.
While crying, I’ve had my hands held to show support.
While in plays, I’ve held hands in both love and fear.

In the past year, I have held many hands.
Scared ones, loved ones.
Worried ones, joyous ones.

I have held these hands for many reasons.
In every hand hold there has been connection.
In every hand hold there has been love.