Hands for work and hands for play. They keep your fingers together to pray. From pulling weeds, to planting flowers, Your days not done till the moons late hours. Broken, Bleeding, Knuckles Smashed pain is relieving. My hands are blue, blue like the sky; knuckles are red, I don’t know why. My fingers are cured so delicately but my nail are broken, molished and smashed so ugly! I wish I had Nice hands, like my mom ,so soft and warm. so comfy to rest your head in. But no not me, i'm stuck here with my rest of my family. With fraying skin, weary hands, to dig another hole to plant the last flower. 5 fingers make me, I finger for all the members of my family. I standing tall, I falling down, ill get back up, and ill move on, but on my way I stride to connect those fingers to the hand. The hand needs the figures and I need my family.