My hands were my language



My hands were my language for I could not see
Nor could I speak
Or get up to wee
And all I could do was twitch but a might
My language was simple and simple in your sight
But I had many dreams while my language was written they were innocent they were wild they floated like a kitten...
But the most beautiful part of my language you see was the part where I heard you fall in love with me.
And as our souls met and spoke language be
I knew I could thank you for remembering me

My faithful nurse.

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Written on June 11, 2022

Submitted by HeatherLydiaThornhill on June 11, 2022

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme AXABBXAAA X
Closest metre Iambic hexameter
Characters 498
Words 106
Stanzas 2
Stanza Lengths 9, 1

Heather Lydia Thornhill

 · 1981 · Manchester

In 2017 i published Moods and mindsets poetry..and went from there. more…

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