Hands

[newsclippings]

If only I could show her how
I feel now; years allowed for twists and turns
with innocent mistakes
and lessons learned.

She wiped sweet sweat off of my brow,
and caught my falls, with maternal vow.
Her hands once soft with love and care
now crack and split: my heart despairs! I imagine someone reading this with their hands clenched, knuckled whitened, screaming at the sky. Seems very Hamlet to me

The blood that trickles from those hands
should not leave them red, for life demands:
no wrongs committed, only love,
and I hold them now with God above.

Humbert Humbert.

Your rhymes are ambitious but I feel the content is a little aphorismic. You've mentioned red, blood, cracks and splits, love, God and innocence all in one poem. Take it easy, champ. One cliche at a time.

Best,
SunJeep