I am a man and I often think of a woman’s body parts,
Lately, I have been thinking about their hands and hearts.
I have been noticing women over fifty years old,
If their hands could talk the stories that could be told.
After many years of work, their hands get a little rough.
Raising kids and housework, they have got to be tough.
It seems their hands are driven by another body part,
And that would be from a good woman’s loving heart.
Everyone may not understand what this poem is about.
But, I bet some of you gals out there will figure it out.
©July 2021 Walt Perryman