Some say the eyes are the windows to the soul...
I say it's the HANDS, as this story unfolds.
Your HANDS were filled with the most evil things -
A whip, a stick even an old rusty chain.
You said I must listen -be tough and strong -
You hit me with your HANDS, even I knew it was wrong.
You beat me, when you gave me spoiled food to eat
You hit me, when you said there was no water to drink.
When your friends were around you said I was a great dog
When they left one day, you chained me up at the pound.
I want you to know I was rescued that day.
I was rescued by good hands that are showing me the way.
These HANDS are soft and gentle, all that you weren't
These HANDS cuddle me and tell me how much I am worth!
They tell me I am special, loved and adored
These HANDS treat me with kindness, and I know there is more.
They tell me we will always be together, never to part -
I believe these HANDS for they come from the heart.
Whether dog, cat, iguana or bird -
Don't we each deserve HANDS that don't hurt?
I just wanted you to know, For I feel sorry you see
For the evil way your HANDS treated me.
In my new home, though I'm loved and safe as can be,
I can't help but wonder, I'm puzzled you see.
About HANDS that once touched a dear Soul -
Reaching in grabbed a Heart, and crippled thee...
Evelyn Colbath (c)
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