Susan’s Hands

Susan’s hands are small
But they reach out to those in need
With many kind and thoughtful deeds

Susan’s hands are small
But they can soothe a fevered brow
Or make a hurt seem less somehow

Susan’s hands are small
But they have carried numerous gifts
And worked to stitch up harmful rifts

Susan’s hands are small
But they can grasp life’s weightier loads
And haul them on uneven roads

Susan’s hands are small
But always generously given
Perhaps they are the hands of Heaven

Sheila Martindale