Hands

• Malachi De Kretser, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2017

I asked my dad if he thinks my hands are beautiful?he said yes, so I asked if I could be a hand model, maybe.
Hands they may have wrinkles and scars but they part of life.
Hands are powerful and they tell a story.
They are old but still beautiful.
They learn more than the human brain.
They have touched the scariest of spiders.
Cooked one hundred and eleven diners but who’s counting.
My hands have wrestled my dad in bed.
Snuggled my blanket.
Written the loveliest letters to my dad & mum & grandparents.
Hugged my dad & mum.
So what do you think of my hands poem?