Hands

I saw the X-Ray
My  hands
Those are mine?
Mangled edges
Over-sized joints
Ugly bones

Hands have always fascinated me
They can hold a baby
Paint, or sculpt
I watch musicians, in awe of their skill
Those that speak with sign
Or create culinary wonders
So many wondrous things our hands can do
Working in tandem with our minds

My hands can write, or type
When the words come
Like yours, they can touch or be held
Dozens of other things
And despite my moment of surprise
I'm OK if they look a little funky

This makes me think
We're all a little broken like that
We are also beautiful
And when we open our hearts
We can do breathtaking things

So I can accept these hands
And be happy for each day