My Grandmother's Hands
I looked down and I realized that
I had my grandmother’s hands
I’ve reached the point in life where the skin has thinned
and the veins have bulged
and thoughts of mortality land
At first it was upsetting, a reminder of age unrelenting
but soon after, I thought
What could be better than those loving hands
that soothed my fears
and dried my tears
oh how
I’ve missed my grandmother’s hands
6/11/81
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