piątek, 28 marca 2014

Paraffin



I bought you a paraffin
Wax treatment for your hands
Cos I know the origin
Of crust that understands
All duties that has come
Up for all my years
Let me massage your thumb
Always risen despite my fails

I like to brush out the soil
From our tiny allotment
Behind your nails it’s coiled
To bring us food and endowment
………..
Memory
Obligation
Trust
Hearing
Eagerly
Rust
………
I need to pamper these hands
Clear off anything that pinches
Mom, whatever my plans
My hand into yours clinches