give me a hand

the scientist uttered

her voice was soft

fingers fluttering

the robot lay still

its wires all torn

her favorite child

the first she’d borne

she sighed and worked

her tools in a row

how did you break

she whispered so low

each screw she tightened

each wire she tied

her heart too full

though she tried to hide

it’s just a machine

that’s what they all say

but this one felt different

somehow some way

when its eyes flickered

and light filled the air

she smiled despite knowing

she shouldn’t care

hand now moving

its gaze met her own

looks like you’re back

she said in a tone

she held its hand

feeling warmth expand

then laughed and whispered

now give me a hand