Pizza Maker

Posted in people by Denise Rafkind on January 5, 2015

Hands are the identity of experience.
Two of the loyal servants.
Weathered and calloused are the scars of work.
Been there. Done that.
Hell, they provide for a family.
They give life and touch love.
Hands are the story that’s hardly told.
Grip, squeeze, toil.
Caress, touch…they’ll make you writhe.
They’ve helped build this world.
Tell me about your hands.
Are you proud?
Do they have enough integrity to hold a soul?
Help wanted.