Soft and tender, smooth and white, Formed for winning and delight, Nature has no lovelier sight, -- A woman's hand. Wrinkled, worn with much to do, Many a task for me and you, In all trials good and true, -- A woman's hand. Clasping ours through life and death, Lovingly to latest breath, Sweetest thing that comforteth, -- A woman's hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SMALLISH SON by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO A FRIEND I CAN'T FIND by JAMES GALVIN UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN THE CENTER OF GRAVITY by DAVID IGNATOW TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER |