Feathered lines across the back,
A delicate puckering here and there.
Not young.
Thin, ropey veins and scrappy tendons.
Stubby fingers, short nails,
A small palm.
Life, head and love cross-hatched with
The real lines of true experience.
My grandmother’s hands--
Steady, sturdy, stubborn,
Soft, loving, forgiving--
Now, amazingly,
Attached to the ends of my wrists.
A delicate puckering here and there.
Not young.
Thin, ropey veins and scrappy tendons.
Stubby fingers, short nails,
A small palm.
Life, head and love cross-hatched with
The real lines of true experience.
My grandmother’s hands--
Steady, sturdy, stubborn,
Soft, loving, forgiving--
Now, amazingly,
Attached to the ends of my wrists.
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3 comments:
Whew, it's wierd enough to see you mother in yourself, but your grandmother? Kinda comforting and kinda spooky. That will make you think. Liked this one too. Never looked this far back before. I'm going to go sit and look at my hands awhile.
I have been looking for my great grandmother's hair..silver, soft and sweet. Not here yet. But I swear I see my mother's hands and face almost every day. Thanks
Donna
Thank you for your comments Donna and Sharon Kay. It seems as if I look more and more like my grandmother every day. I keep hoping that as my hair grays, I'll have those two awesome grays streaks at my temples that she had. The rest of her hair was jet black. It looked really beautiful.
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