This post is a special one. I went to Roscommon to meet this person, and they wrote a wonderful piece to go along with their photo. They used a pen belonging to their father, and while I could type the text I think it’s much nicer for you to read the written piece.
These hands create – They draw and paint and cut and fold and make what is in my head come to life.
These fingers strum and play and make my instrument sing. It brings me joy to know that what these hands create makes other people smile.
These hands belong to a pharmacist who cares deeply about the people she meets on a daily basis. They are battered and dry from using hand sanitizer but are always ready to go the extra mile for those who need help. They have prepared doses of Covid vaccines, counted tablets, applied dressings and checked prescriptions. They work hard and love what they do.
Thank you to the person who submitted this.
These hands hold the hands of their grandchildren, dig holes in the garden, and make stained glass art works.
These hands create custom made bespoke flower arrangement designs using the best of what’s fresh and seasonal.
There is nothing in the world I love more than the feel of flour running through my fingertips knowing the end result will be a lovely loaf of soda bread for someone to enjoy.
These hands belong to someone who is up early in the morning, to bring the people of Sligo the coffee that their heart’s desire.
These Hands 