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‘In Our Hands’ – A Poem by Carol Good

Written by Carol Good

During the pandemic

we washed our hands

and washed our hands

and washed our hands

 

Soap barely had time

to dry quietly in its dish*

bars shrank quickly

then vanished

 

Beside the soap dish

sanitizer stood sentinel

ready and waiting

patiently

 

Lotion knew

its turn would come

as soap and sanitizer

chapped hands into sandpaper

 

As we emerge from COVID fog

will we remember

and honor

our comrades in arms –

I mean hands

 

* from The Patience of Ordinary Things by Pat Schneider

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