My hands were my language

Heather Lydia Thornhill 1981 (Manchester)



My hands were my language for I could not see
Nor could I speak
Or get up to wee
And all I could do was twitch but a might
My language was simple and simple in your sight
But I had many dreams while my language was written they were innocent they were wild they floated like a kitten...
But the most beautiful part of my language you see was the part where I heard you fall in love with me.
And as our souls met and spoke language be
I knew I could thank you for remembering me

My faithful nurse.

About this poem

Nurses

Font size:
Collection  PDF     
 

Written on June 11, 2022

Submitted by HeatherLydiaThornhill on June 11, 2022

Modified on March 05, 2023

31 sec read
3

Quick analysis:

Scheme AXABBXAAA X
Closest metre Iambic hexameter
Characters 498
Words 106
Stanzas 2
Stanza Lengths 9, 1

Heather Lydia Thornhill

Moods and mindsets poetry. Published. Book in progress: Don't talk rot. more…

All Heather Lydia Thornhill poems | Heather Lydia Thornhill Books

25 fans

Discuss the poem My hands were my language with the community...

0 Comments

    Translation

    Find a translation for this poem in other languages:

    Select another language:

    • - Select -
    • 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
    • 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
    • Español (Spanish)
    • Esperanto (Esperanto)
    • 日本語 (Japanese)
    • Português (Portuguese)
    • Deutsch (German)
    • العربية (Arabic)
    • Français (French)
    • Русский (Russian)
    • ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
    • 한국어 (Korean)
    • עברית (Hebrew)
    • Gaeilge (Irish)
    • Українська (Ukrainian)
    • اردو (Urdu)
    • Magyar (Hungarian)
    • मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
    • Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Italiano (Italian)
    • தமிழ் (Tamil)
    • Türkçe (Turkish)
    • తెలుగు (Telugu)
    • ภาษาไทย (Thai)
    • Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
    • Čeština (Czech)
    • Polski (Polish)
    • Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Românește (Romanian)
    • Nederlands (Dutch)
    • Ελληνικά (Greek)
    • Latinum (Latin)
    • Svenska (Swedish)
    • Dansk (Danish)
    • Suomi (Finnish)
    • فارسی (Persian)
    • ייִדיש (Yiddish)
    • հայերեն (Armenian)
    • Norsk (Norwegian)
    • English (English)

    Citation

    Use the citation below to add this poem to your bibliography:

    Style:MLAChicagoAPA

    "My hands were my language" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 25 Apr. 2024. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/129743/my-hands-were-my-language>.

    Become a member!

    Join our community of poets and poetry lovers to share your work and offer feedback and encouragement to writers all over the world!

    More poems by

    Heather Lydia Thornhill

    »

    April 2024

    Poetry Contest

    Join our monthly contest for an opportunity to win cash prizes and attain global acclaim for your talent.
    5
    days
    14
    hours
    26
    minutes

    Special Program

    Earn Rewards!

    Unlock exciting rewards such as a free mug and free contest pass by commenting on fellow members' poems today!

    Browse Poetry.com

    Quiz

    Are you a poetry master?

    »
    Who wrote a famed poem about the Crimean War?
    A Alfred Douglas
    B Oscar Wilde
    C Alfred Lord Tennyson
    D Alfred E. Neuman