I was thinking about hands a lot yesterday. I’m sure most of you have read, or at least heard of, “The 5 Love Languages” by Gary Chapman…in it he talks about the 5 different ways you can show someone that you love them…and about how different people need to be shown that love in different ways…in their language. One of Jason’s top love languages is Acts of Service. He loved it when I would do little things for him…make his lunch, get his car washed, do his laundry, cut his hair. One of my top love languages is physical touch…holding hands, putting my feet in his lap, kissing, cuddling, hugging…all of that makes me feel loved and secure. If you don’t know what your loved one’s “love language” is you should definitely read the book and figure it out.
All my thinking about hands, of course turned into a poem about Jason’s hands.
My Love's Hands
His hands I remember his hands I can feel his touch When I close my eyes Fingers intertwined In mine His hand on my thigh Riding in the car My thumb rubbing the Smooth, flat spot on his thumbnail Thumbs drying my cheeks When the tears fall like rain Words are often elusive But his hands are always there Clapping hands supporting me From the sidelines From 5k to 26.2 To tennis match A sassy slap on the butt While I make dinner A caress, a stroke Building heat A golden band on his finger And on mine Promises of forever That only he gets to keep Now my hand reaches out And grasps the air The spaces between my fingers Yearn for his to fill them And my forever feels empty Stretching to eternity