Lindsay Oliver
MY LEFT HAND
My left hand, too weak to draw, sits unused, no task to do
My right hand, untutored, hesitant, picks up a pen
At sixty, for the first time, draws my left-hand, victorious
MY LEFT HAND
My left hand, too weak to draw, sits unused, no task to do
My right hand, untutored, hesitant, picks up a pen
At sixty, for the first time, draws my left-hand, victorious