With These Hands

With These Hands

By Connie James

With these hands, I've scratched a living
From morning till night
These hands have held my baby tight
As he cried out into the night
Comforting him, alright.
I held you close hold you tight
Kissing you in the darkness of the night.
Whispering softly your name
These hands have touched your visage
Held you tight into the night...
Touched your mind your heart.
With these hands have wiped away your tears
As you cried in the darkness of the night
Holding you so close to my heart.
Even though brushing me aside.
But with these hands, I've touched your heart...
I've touched your mind with mine.
We held each other tight into the night
Escaping not the imprisonment of your vice.
With these hands, I've made you cry out
In the darkness of your nights...
This sense at my fingertips I touched
Kissed your eyes your lips
Wishing you a good night sleep tight.
And this sense upon your lips as I brushed
Yours against mine.
Gazing into your eyes times running out
I held your visage with these hands
As I caress your mind with mine...