in good hands

I was worried
she'd get tired
of having to hold
my hand....

squeezing my fingers
gently
while her kisses
linger
on me

and I rise and
become a man

Her hands are special
doing things
she says
is natural,

You could
scrape me off
the ceiling
when she draws
my welled up
feelings...

maybe one day ,
it'll come to be
she won't have to
hold my hand...

I'll walk in the door
say: "Honey I'm cured
You've made me a man...

That's when
the right hook
gets me
and puts me on
the floor

as I try to stand
I understand....
and admire her hands
some more