A new term popped up in the news this week. Although it rang of truth, I was disheartened by its nomenclature, Long-Haul Pandemic. With this said, I am thankful for helping hands during these trying pandemic times. The following are thoughts and images on the need for thoughtful acts of kindness delivered by helping hands.
The golden shovel poems below are based on the strike line, "Since hands exist, you have had hope", from the poem, Hands by Hawre Khalid.
Helping Hands
Dedicated to All helping hands during pandemic times.
Life has changed since
COVID 19. Your gentle hands
Comfort those who exist
In closed quarters. You
Know pangs of sorrow that have
Evolved each day. Your hands had
Leaned into pain and despair on the wings of hope!
©CV, 2021
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Hope crouched in corners since the beginning of the pandemic. Gentle hands continue to reach out to those who exist under a veil of sorrow. The collective you touch lives who have known the confines of a sterile PPE word and those who had few pathways to hope.
Thank you, Laura Shovan, for offering space to write during
your 9th Annual February Daily Poem Project.
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Remembering Her Hands
Dedicated to my dear grandmother whose hands brought joy to my childhood world.
When Nonnie's hands held mine,
summer unfolded in simplicity.
Fragrant flowers bloomed.
Caterpillars tickled the path.
Clothing hung to dry.
Time stood still.
When Nonnie's hands held mine,
Books became my friends.
Curiosity awakened.
Nature's wonders explored
And childhood dreams celebrated
with a hopeful heart.
As summers passed
And hands grew still,
Rose-petaled memories
Carried me home
To when Nonnie's hands
Gently held mine.
©CV, 2021
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I give thanks today to Jone Rush MacCulloch, host of Poetry Friday who also provided the Poetry Postcard Exchange for the start of the new year. At her blog, you will see her poetree she created to showcase each of the eleven poems in the exchange, one of which was mine. Her project brought joy to our small group of poets.
