By My Hand Poem by James McLain
By My Hand
Large and strong you see it,
On a man that you may know.
Warm on day's you feel it,
When passion starts to grow.
Chiseled from an earthly home of
Marble and sand stone.
Stretching out to all of them the
Weak and young you know.
It rock's the cradle of the child,
When mom exhausted sleeps.
My hand with ink and pen that writes
Each poem that you read.
Thursday, January 9, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry,reading
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