I'm grateful for My Hands

My hands.
The ones that folded lots of loads of laundry.
The ones that scrubbed the kitchen counters.
The ones that stroked my babes' heads as I walked past them.
The ones that caught a little tiny grasshopper.
The ones that washed walls today.
The ones that whitened the kitchen cupboards.
The ones that helped little son with his Dinosaur World.
The ones that sprayed on the sparkly concoction to make extra sure the kitchen floor was a place for happy feet and happy hearts.
The ones that will also prepare supper.
The ones that will probably turn a few pages of a requested story.
The ones that might yet still stroke and soothe my loves.

Today they are very capable and gentle hands.