Sunday 28 April 2024

These Are The Hands - A Poem

  By Michael Rosen

These are the hands That touch us first
Feel your head Find the pulse
And make your bed.

These are the hands That tap your back
Test the skin Hold your arm Wheel the bin
Change the bulb 
Fix the drip Pour the jug Replace your hip.

 

These are the hands That fill the bath
Mop the floor Flick the switch
Soothe the sore Burn the swabs
Give us a jab Throw out sharps
Design the lab.

And these are the hands That stop the leaks
Empty the pan Wipe the pipes
Carry the can Clamp the veins
Make the cast Log the dose
And touch us last.

 

 

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