By DANETTE BILLUPS
With these hands I can braid my hair.
Its coarseness running through my fingers.
Its different from most, but I like the way it feels.
With these hands I can weave my rug.
The rough, burlap coffee sack and thick yarn;
They go together beautifully, as I make my creation.
With these hands I can bake some bread.
Sprinkling flour, adding spices, kneading and rolling the bread.
The bread is not even ready , but I can’t wait to taste it.
With these hands I can share love.
With arms outstretched I am ready to hug my children and grandchildren.
And with their hands they hug me back.
