Without a Hand

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This is a poem I wrote, when my grandfather died. He was very dear to me. I get a lot of (what I think is) humor from him.


Submitted: November 17, 2011

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Submitted: November 17, 2011




Without a hand


The pen writes upon the parch,

Without a hand to guide it’s march.


The knife cuts the kitchen clean,

Without a hand to guide it seems.


The kite flies without a hand,

To guide it through this wonderland.


The ball rolls across the street,

Without a hand for it to meet.


The axe falls upon the tree,

Without a hand to yank it free.


The child goes into the world,

Without a hand to make it twirl.





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