These Hands...

These Hands of mine have seen 29 years,
They have been seasoned by joys and lined by fears,
They have climbed to the top of many trees,
And been stung in the summer by angry bees,
They have dug into the earth and made glorious mud pies,
And caught faeries at dusk disguised as fireflies,
They have worn rings made of bright colored sugar and fanciful dreams,
And adorned a silver one filled with hope that fell apart at the seams,
They have expressed great emotion and fought for what was right,
They have been afraid but not broken as the dark turned to light,
They have called forth the Raine and held her cherished in their arms,
They have watched her grow these six years and been captivated by her charms,
They have found new passions and creativity's that brought forth a new path,
A lightness of spirit, a sense of self and many new reasons to laugh,
They are strong enough to protect me and gentle enough to heal,
And as I look upon them today I cannot help but feel,
A sense of great accomplishment and an excitement to see,
What is waiting for them next and what more there will be...