I was gifted with hands that could create many wonderful things, and I’ve had a very productive life.
Day to day, my most creative period is in the mornings, I flag in the afternoon. Indeed I left writing today’s post late again, ended up answering the wrong prompt, so now it’s too late, my readers will have to put up with something from the archive. It is apt though as it was written about one year ago just after I’d come out of hospital after my burn injuries.
Thankfully now I’m almost fully recovered, with my hands 90% back to normal.

HANDS
These are the hands from my old school days,
Artwork, woodwork now all in a haze.
Those formative days, of skill and pride,
The skills that like a horseman I’d learn to ride.

These are the hands from my apprentice years,
The hands that let me surpass all of my peers.
Plaudits and awards I won a plenty,
I was best at my craft by the time I was twenty.

These are the hands, that built my own business,
Both home and abroad. Oh, the sweet smell of success.
New friends shook these hands through those magical days,
So wonderful and special in so many ways.

These are the hands that placed the ring,
On the hand of my wife that made my heart sing.
We worked together with my hands at the helm,
Any obstacle together we’d overwhelm.

These are the hands which built our house,
Where we would live, my hands, me, and spouse.
At first just us two, but soon two more,
These hands always keeping the wolf from the door.

These are the hands now all burnt and blistered,
From a freak accident most have insisted.
So what do I do now. I haven’t a clue,
Without my old hands oh what will I do?

HANDS, part two.

Some brain cell put their hand up at the back of the class,
Why not use us, you dumb silly ass.
Without us telling your hands what to do,
They couldn’t stick a stamp, with a pot full of glue!

So this is what I’ve decided to do,
Write silly blogs to entertain all of you.
I can write verse and stories, and all that stuff,
But with computers it seams I’m not good enough!

In error I have the worlds longest domain,
When I should have had something simple and plain.
I’m going to keep going things can only get better,
You can’t miss the name, then you’ll read my letter.

All words Meadowhead Bard.