GLOBU POEM: GRACEFUL HANDS

You lament on your hands appereance

Lacking it's fingers with elegance

Putting with ornaments won't suffice

As they were molded through hardships

But your hands need no accessoires

And proclaim its gracefulness

As they mark of your sacrifices

To whom you love with tenderness

Your hands are indeed graceful

They guided my first stroll

Prepared my food to make me full

Held my hands to write symbol

Your hands are truly dignified

My nature is formed through it's toil

They calm me when I am dismayed

And relieve when I am unwell

Written by Ana Aplando

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