She Saw Those Hands

She saw those hands as a kid, 

Her nails were black with clay stuck in them, 

She continued digging through the mud, 

Not a care of what she was doing, 

Or when it would end,

She saw those hands, 

After she had run it through her hair,

Saving it from the wind, 

Her nails colored, 

A shade of pink 

As flawless as her smile, 

She saw those hands, 

Holding a pen,

Writing an idea, 

With the pen in her mouth, 

And conviction in her eyes, 

She knew, what lay on the paper was her future, 

She saw those hands, 

Holding another, 

Her fingers covering them,

Promising love and warmth,

She saw those hands, 

The last ones she'd ever see,

Creased and frail, 

Being held by another, 

A tear dropped,

And it in she saw the light.

-Yet Another Thing