flower petals

Hands are as delicate as the petals on flowers
They scar and bruise easily
But they pave a path to wilt
But have a journey of sun and pain
They change and tilt
But in the end hands and flowers always wilt

The scars of a hand the creases in the palm
The veins of a peddle and the folds on the ends
They show us time and life history
We die as flowers wilt
petals fall
Rate slows
Scars creases folds veins
They all show our challenges
What we have overcome
The paths we’ve chosen
Our lives and paths

They show who we have loved and who we love
My grandma loves flowers
I remember every flower shes gathered (she’s still alive survived cancer)
The colors and folds
Pink yellow white red purple orange and so many more
They tell why she loved them each

My mom loves flowers hates the mess
This shows that she loves life even though it’s difficult
Life comes with many problems and many struggles
Pain beauty and flowers

All hands
all flowers
All life
It’s all beautiful

Pain shows our beauty and everything is beautiful

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