Finger Prints
RCW

Where have these hands been?
What have they touched?
Have they run through silky hair?
Or been burned by fire to the touch?

Have the sewed a child’s bonnet
Or tied a loose shoe lace?
Have they sat, entwined with
Lover’s, warm in sweet embrace?

Do they cook fragrant dinners
Or grace guitar chords?
Do they write long love letters
Or fold in prayer to the lord?

Have these fingers molded yellow clay?
Have they reached for the broad moonlight?
Have they brushed away a tear
Or held strong with all their might?

These fingers, on a journey
A flight from here to there
Of imaginations wonder,
Adventures new and rare