My hands are so very empty
without your face to caress
they ache with yearnings to
touch your sweet skin again
Hands which held yours with
great joy and no desire to be
with another has no idea how
to act with your hands gone
In a sweet and gentle style I
pretend you are still present
where I can praise you and
hear your chuckle of thanks
O, how sweet a secret smile
is when it carries a life of love
I reach for that in my dreams
hoping to fill my empty hands
They have twisted my life dry
wringing memories into place
Sylvia Sammons Spivey
May 4, 2006


without your face to caress
they ache with yearnings to
touch your sweet skin again
Hands which held yours with
great joy and no desire to be
with another has no idea how
to act with your hands gone
In a sweet and gentle style I
pretend you are still present
where I can praise you and
hear your chuckle of thanks
O, how sweet a secret smile
is when it carries a life of love
I reach for that in my dreams
hoping to fill my empty hands
They have twisted my life dry
wringing memories into place
Sylvia Sammons Spivey
May 4, 2006


