Father’s grip
controlling crush
warned against
disobedience
First love
Grade one
holding hands
walking home
A sister’s hand –
frail flesh stretched
over aching bones –
clung to mine
until too hot to touch
I had to let go
while she surrendered
her last breath.
A lover’s hand
lacks stillness –
strokes and cajoles
sensuality evoking desire
Held my children’s hands
with my heart –
never wanting to let go
prideful possession
A granddaughter’s fist
still pink from birthing
wraps around my finger
gripping the unknown
with the ferocity of
one hungry for life
Husband’s hand
reaches for mine
conveys support –
strength to propel
me forward.
Hands convey
what the mind cannot –
a secret language
nuanced for life’s moments
leaving deep impressions.
(Hand Holding first appeared here August, 2018. I submit an edited edition here for Reena’s Exploration challenge: hands. Image from personal collection.)
I was very moved by your poem, how hands tell the story of our lives.
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Thanks Liz. They have a language of their own. Fascinated by hands.
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You’re welcome, V.J.
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The touch of a hand conveys so much! I agree with LIz, a very moving poem.
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Thanks, Heather.
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You’re welcome!
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So powerful and so true! The unspoken words of a love’s touch! Beautifully written! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah.
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A very emotional piece. I’m not sure I ever thought of hands that way before. This is one of my favorites of yours.
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Thanks so much. It was emotional to write too.
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You trace out the evolution so beautifully. The stanza on a grand-daughter’s pink fist is the best one though 🙂
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Definitely the most precious. Thanks Reena
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
Hand Holding …….. by VJ Knutson
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Thanks for sharing
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Well
Done reviving this for a current challenge and hands really
Do speak
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Thank you
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🙂
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Hand holding, so beautifully expressed.
Thank you VJ for sharing with us.
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Thanks Amy!
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Beautiful!
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Thanks Betty!
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This is a beautiful poem full of emotion and the truths of life. Bravo!!!
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Thanks so much Anne!
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Hands can tell our stories. I have always been fascinated by the idea of “life lines” supposedly running through the palm. And the sense of touch – both good and not so good. I really like your poem – its intensity, its imagery – so vivid.
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Hands can tell so much. Thanks Andrea.
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You’re welcome.
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Beautiful
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Thanks
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The entire lifecycle so beautifully encapsulated in one verse! Very touching.
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Thanks so much.
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My pleasure!
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Beautiful expressions of emotions and life, VJ.
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Thanks so much, friend.
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My pleasure! ❤️
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Love this! Today we are in the hands free age! Initially with gadgets and now a hands free hand shake is what covid demands…
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I know. Still, the need for touch persists. Thanks.
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You have captured the held hand in all its intimacies, a sheer delight VJ.
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Thanks Paul
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Very welcome VJ
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Love the movement of this, the scope. Another wonder of a poem.
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Thank you dear Benjamin!
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Welcome. Have a great evening!
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This is lovely! So many hands touch our lives!
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They sure do. Thank you.
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Thanks for sharing.
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This is like an epic poem focused on hands, V.J. Hands do so much, communicate so much and love so much. I did my mom’s eulogy on her hands – which mine are beginning to very much look like. Lovely poem.
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That would make a tender eulogy LuAnne. Thank you.
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All of it great but that last stanza, wow! Wrapped it up beautifully, VJ!
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Thanks Susi!
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Love this post! Shared it with my mother, she held out her hand 😀
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What a wonderful comment. Thank you!
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Hands tell our story.
🙂
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Don’t they. Tried to visit you by the way. WP says your account doesn’t exist.
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They do.
Look for Rhea’s impressions.
I leave notes on literature for students around the world.
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Ambitious, I’d say, as a former educator, lol. Thanks for redirecting me.
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Thank you.
I love what I do.
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A beautiful poem. Many emotions to adorn the voyage continuing.
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Thanks so much!
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This is beautiful. The stanza about your sister moved me.
I’m Markie, I write poetry (and other things) too. Come visit me sometime 🙂
https://southpawpoet.org
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I wrote a poem years ago called Holding Hands. It’s about my grandparents’ journey through their life together.
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Hand holding takes on new meaning as seniors. That sounds lovely.
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Thanks Markie. Nice to meet you.
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