deepundergroundpoetry.com
Hands that Silently Shape Us
In life's tender dance, hands cradle,
From the mother's womb to a world so ample.
Guided by doctors, nurses' gentle swirl,
Loving hands of parents, life's first unfurl.
First steps taken, a constant gardener near,
Parents' hands shaping as I bloom, so dear.
Friends' distant light, a radiant glow,
Through life's tapestry, a gentle flow.
Teachers' hands weave wisdom's thread,
Crafting books, unlocking what's unsaid.
Nourishment offered, a sustenance divine,
Hands that feed both body and mind.
Chapters unfold, hands surround,
A mosaic of influences, wisdom profound.
Perseverance ours, yet let's not misconstrue,
Countless hands contribute to the unique view.
Love and adversity, the tapestry's song,
In this dance, we find where we belong.
Communal hands sculpt our narrative true,
A masterpiece emerges, shaped by the crew.
From the mother's womb to a world so ample.
Guided by doctors, nurses' gentle swirl,
Loving hands of parents, life's first unfurl.
First steps taken, a constant gardener near,
Parents' hands shaping as I bloom, so dear.
Friends' distant light, a radiant glow,
Through life's tapestry, a gentle flow.
Teachers' hands weave wisdom's thread,
Crafting books, unlocking what's unsaid.
Nourishment offered, a sustenance divine,
Hands that feed both body and mind.
Chapters unfold, hands surround,
A mosaic of influences, wisdom profound.
Perseverance ours, yet let's not misconstrue,
Countless hands contribute to the unique view.
Love and adversity, the tapestry's song,
In this dance, we find where we belong.
Communal hands sculpt our narrative true,
A masterpiece emerges, shaped by the crew.
Published 12th Jan 2024
Author's Note
In crafting "Hands that Silently Shape Us," I sought to articulate the intricate dance of life, where the hands of caregivers, mentors, and companions play a profound role in shaping our journey. This poem reflects on the nurturing touch from the earliest moments in the mother's womb to the expansive tapestry woven by teachers, friends, and loved ones. The title encapsulates the subtle, yet enduring, influence of these hands that sculpt our narrative. May this poem resonate as a tribute to the interconnected threads of guidance and support that quietly shape the unique mosaic of our lives.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2
reading list entries 0
comments 2
reads 147
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.
13th Jan 2024 4:35am
Dear PD,
I so enjoyed this poem. It reminded me how lucky we are when people who care help guide us as we mature and how important it is when we, in turn, guide the next generation. Wonderful concept cleverly written. H🌷
I so enjoyed this poem. It reminded me how lucky we are when people who care help guide us as we mature and how important it is when we, in turn, guide the next generation. Wonderful concept cleverly written. H🌷
