Random poetry

Day by day my hands are dry
Washing washing soap and lye
Hands that cook, hands that clean,
hands that hold and cherish things unseen
Prep a turkey, drive the car
Push the basket, touch a bar
Scrub the dishes, mop the grease
Rinse the fruit, take a pee
Change a diaper, wipe a kid
Noses, bottoms, faces, feet
Washing washing germs away so sweet.
Dried out, cracking, rough and split.
Tell a tale of life well spent
Dirt stained lines for lotion thirst.
Cracks for band aids, feet for earth.
Washing washing days go by
Hands so rough they do not lie
Toil, idle, fly and firm
On the day they finally have a rest
Christ holds me in His, clasped to His chest