Christina A. Sharik

THESE OLD HANDS

Your old hands
have told me a story
just this moment
bereft of glory ~
just a simple tale
typed, by smoke stained fingers
unlike time, the story holds its shape;
like the smoke, the story, for awhile,
lingers.

Author’s Note: For Lou “Cal” Klaiber

This response was inspired by the poem, “These Old Hands” ~ ©Copyright November 2004 by Lou J. Klaiber