My Pappy’s Hands My Hands By Xavier By Angelo My grandfather’s hands always have grease under 1. the fingernails. My hands hold many things. When he gets home from work, his hands are so They hold hand wraps. black, They hold my boxing gloves. Covered in grease and felt so hard, They also hold weights. Glazed over with years of hard work. 2. His hands are always occupied, My hands also create many things. Always working, They create combos. Either with his tools, They create blocks. Or plumbing the pipeworks. They also create many ideas for blocks and When his hands are finally clean, combos. You can see the wear and tear, 3. The peeling of the skin, They let go of hurtful things. The cuts that finally cleared. They let go of people. Fresh cuts take the place of the old ones. They let go of legs. Woodchips lay on the hair of his knuckles. They let go of things when I’m told. Varnish stains his skin. 4. His hands show you his rough childhood, My hands reach for people. Fighting for his family. They also reach for grappling. These hands are the reason why I am always My hands help me in Mixed Martial Arts. inspired to keep going. My hands help me defend myself. *** My Hands My hand holds the football on Friday nights, By Briana The basketball on Saturday, The baseball bat on Sunday, My hands, some fingers, tall and short, And the books on Monday. Have been through a lot. Sports, scars, and stories to be told. Reach for My hands love to hit others and play around. My greatness, My hands used to be on the playground The ability to make my dreams come true, And buses, playing either slide or pattycake. And the ability to take the world by storm My hands create words to express my feelings. For the key to life. My hands hold my young sister’s to show her The right path to follow. Let go of My hands let go of pain and bad memories. The ungrateful people My hands reach for the sky. And the bad comments Last but not least, And the past memories My hands reach for others so theirs can have a And the lost love ones. great time like mine. Create, Highlight plays both on the court and the field, Laughter in my friends, 6 Jokes in my head, And other world’s when I daydream. My Hands My Hands By Joseph My hands hold the passion for drawing. My hands hold boxing gloves when I’m stressed My hands let go of all my feelings. out. It tells a story, and creates creativity. My hands reach the glory of God. Sometimes I have to let go of the pain, My hands create words and history. Sadness, and loneliness. My hands push away bad things in life like drugs. My hands have been with me throughout my life. My hands reach out to your heart. It holds my tears whenever I cry. Sometimes my hand feels alone. My hands are with me through day and night. My hands let go of bad memories, Happy to let go of the suffering. My Hands My hands reach for my goals, By Korean And those goals are ready to be held. My hands hold knowledge. The hold the knowledge of the people in need. My hands create a beautiful image, bright and My Hands large. By Anthony My hands create the surprised faces of those watching nearby. My hands hold pencils and paper. My hands let go of the past and grab on to the My hands hold game controllers, future. And game cases. My hands love all those who love me. My hands hold tools, My hands tell the emotion in my body. Wood, and more. My hands reach for my goals, not too far ahead. My hands take the feelings of others and make My hands create tiny houses, them mine. Many figures and crazy things. My hands are my future. All in one. They create a plan for everything. My hands create A mess when furious. My Hands My hands let go of my grandma. By Matthew My hands let go of my grandpa. My hands let go of the basketball. My hands hold future goals. My hands hold my phone when I get messages. My hands reach for other hands. My hands create mixed emotion when I’m around. My hands reach for that food. My hands let go of memories. My hands reach for the kindness of others. My hands reach for a college and high school diploma. My hands. My hands reach for greatness. My hands make me for who I am. 7 My Hands My hands are clever. By Alex My hands By Nadia C. These hands were from July 14, 2001. From that day I grew and grew till present day. My hands hold Daddy’s hand at Home Depot. My hands hold my puppy to pet him. Today my hands carry books, My hands hold my pencil to make words. So I can reach my goals in life. My hands hold memories to never forget. My hands are trying to reach the future and not My hands create stories and poems. the past, My hands create books from my dreams. And I am trying to get a college degree. My hands create family stitches. My hands create dreams. My Hands My hands let go of wandering around. By Rachel My hands let go of people I love. My hands try to let go of the dreams I wish I never My hands hold memories from the past, had. The leash where I walk the dogs. My hands try to let go of the things that make me They hold the key to my life, and my phone. cry. My hands create art, My hands reach for the sky. Pictures in black and white. My hands reach for my hopes and dreams. They help create new memories. My hands reach for the football for a game. My hands reach for Daddy when I fall down. My hands let go of all the pain and sorrow, The life I once had. My hand reaches for my phone, My Hands My game controller, By Rachel Q. My dream, The truth, and the life I want to live. My hands hold a pencil, Markers and pens. My hands hold anger when I’m mad. My Hands They also hold fear. By Scott My hands create art, My hands hold memories, They also make music for other people’s ears. Dreams, basketballs, footballs, and paper. My hands create memories, My hands let go of a lot of things, And dreams. Like the many bad memories, My hands let go of dreams. And things I used to dream. My hands reach for games, sports equipment, Pop, candy, and food. My hands reach for my future dreams, My hands are unique. They reach for the new pair of shoes. My hands are athletic. 8 My Hands By Seth Hands By Anthony S. 1. Mom’s hands, My Hands Bake in the morning, Write in the evening. My hand holds the pencil the could draw my life And create new and creative things. Mom’s hands, They signal me at 5 o’ clock, 2. They feed me. My Hands Mom’s hands, My hands can hold the bricks Help me when I get hurt, That could build the new foundation of my future Comfort me when sick. Ahead of myself. Mom’s hands, 3. Do everything for me. Mom’s hands, Are smooth and protect me. My Hands Mom’s hands, My hands will go and help me get to my highest Are like an open book. potential And will help me reach my hardest goal. Mom’s hands, Show me her life story. My Hands By Isaiah My Grandfather’s Hands My hands hold myself up during my struggle. By Yiovanni They hold tears, lies, and fear. They hold me at night. My grandfather’s hands are big and rugged. They hold my secrets. They fix things that are broken. They cook dinner every night. My hands create pain to myself. They take care of the house. They create sadness, They like to have fun, They create chaos, But not too much because they’re kind of old. They create darkness when I walk. Yes, they’re old, but still strong. They were made durable My hands let go of the closest people I have. And wearable. My hands let go of pain and sorrow I have for all. Wait, of course they’re wearable, They’re hands. My hands reach for my dreams, His hands care for his family, They reach for glory and peace in my own war. Always, no matter what. My hands reach for the everlasting shine of stars. 9 My Family’s Hands God’s hands made Adam, By Nadia C. Then took a rib when he got lonely, And made a companion, Mom’s hands are soft. Eve. They used to brush and do my hair. I love Mom’s soothing hands. God’s hands forgive. There is a wedding ring, After Eve took the bite, And two engagement rings. She shared with Adam, I love Mom’s beautiful hands. And they spiritually died. Daddy’s hands are rough. God’s hands still forgive today, They used to brush my hair, Even after we do not obey. As if worried to hurt me. He still forgives us, Daddy’s hands work with Only because he loves us today.