My Hands
hold my children’s’ hands
when they are sick
when they are fearful
when they need to be comforted
My hands
write about
my condition
my children’s conditions
my ability to bring light and hope
My hands
crochet chemo hats
make brownies and cookies
send messages to friends
fighting their own fights with their own hands/heads/hearts
bring awareness to RA
My hands
are proud hands
not ashamed
of lumps and bumps
or even of the twists and turns that don’t yet exist
and not afraid to be held up to be seen
to be shaken (gently please)
to be held
A Figment Of Fitness 