Of venus and mother nature
And the meat picked out

The poetry of hands, 43

Busy_hands Old and new: the younger hand-sewing and the older e-mailing / August 2011

"My father’s in my fingers, but my mother’s in my palms.
I lift them up and look at them with pleasure –
I know my parents made me by my hands."

~ an excerpt from the poem Genetics by Sinéad Morrissey

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