My Right Hand

My right hand is a little different
than most of you
Instead of five fingers
I only have two
It doesn’t cause much problems
Only an occasional issue
Like when I reach out to shake hands
With someone new
Sometimes I get a stare
Or puzzled face from a few
But I just keep on shaking
What else should I do?
I once had a kid pull away
Like he was in fear
It really hurt my feelings
But I didn’t shed a tear
Because my right hand is special
I’ve seen no others the same
So I appreciate what it can do
In its special way
And if others don’t like my hand
Or the way I shake
I could use my left hand
But what difference would it make.
My left hand only has four fingers
And if it was fine with you
I just keep using my right
Like other people do.
I am proud of my right hand
And my two fingers
I can do many things with it
So it doesn’t hinder
Or prevent me
From doing the same as you
And I can do other stuff
Like giving a “High Two”
I can act like it’s a claw
Or an alligator
I can easily do a peace sign
When I mean “See you later”
But most of all I like my hand
Because it’s part of me
And it makes me happy
To be so unique


About boywithoutlegs

I am the author of the boy without legs website. I was born without legs and have used the experience to write children's poetry. I would love for anyone to read and be inspired and if you are interested in publishing my poetry please contact me.
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