Kind Hands
They lifted me with ease.
Always remember how it feels.
Like the fresh scent of a summer breeze
They never forget my needs.
Looking beyond the fields, they sow
Warming the soul with their sweet grace
They will never know how much we owe.
For all the good deeds they show.
They bring a comforting glow.
Even without a reason
The cold cannot isolate their radiant flow.
Bringing a little joy to the season.
They were the hands of kindness.
They were gifts to be cherished.
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