Left Right

This left hand of mine isn’t just different it’s the way I was made to find you. It writes my poems with your name in them, draws the pictures of us in my mind, and holds the strength to protect you always. It’s the hand that curves the ball in football, the way I curve my life toward you. People say today is Left-Handers Day… but for me, it’s the day I thank God for giving me a hand that holds you just right.