wiping away a stray tear when I'm upset.
Gentle and insistent sometimes,
massaging out the knots when I'm stressed.
clapping when I've made a great accomplishment.
helping me up when I've stumbled.
waving at me when I've returned from a trip, even if only gone an hour.
clasped together in church on Sunday mornings.
giving me a high five when our team scores the winning goal.
pointing and expressive when he's lecturing me.
landing across my rump when I've done wrong.
rubbing my back, my head, my neck, as I cry out my pain after a spanking.
Hands, they're all of these things and more, sometimes,
but always, they're love.