Hello FMM community. As I wait for more writing from you all, I will share with you a poem I have been playing with. Not quite there but on its way. I was looking at my patients' hands recently and thinking, "if only those hands could talk." It got me looking at my own hands with new scrapes from weekend gardening, faded calluses from long past rowing glory, scars from accidents, and the untold/unnoticed stories deep in the interstitium and marrow of experience and joy and sorrow. So here goes - my medical life and the life of a patient and her family told through an ode to my hands.