For someone lacking them,
Even without a single thumb,
I know their great weakness,
Including their great loveliness.
These little lifeless loose ends
Without a God’s amazing amends,
Is what at very most stands
For what I will give the name hands.
By the time I was five
My gift had given an arrive.
Alloy and alive they were
Machine-like hands I could to refer.
However, I hold softly
My dear wife I love so awfully
In the “strange” and “odd” grasp
Of my loosely unfinished clasp.
Lady enjoyed their “ugly”
And sang all day of them as sunny.
I thought she was crazy
While my heart always sprouts white daisy.
Married we were at last
With our fondness ever so vast.
Still she holds my stubby limb
As the infant gets his first trim.
Day ends, off goes the robot
That I don’t ever miss a lot
For that I have a beating heart
That’s in need of no hands.