‘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



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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