Grandmother’s Hands


My grandmother's hands,
Steady and sure from years of practice.
My grandmother's hands,
Always warmly enclosing mine.
My grandmother's hands,
Nimbly running through my hair,
Sectioning it off expertly.
My grandmother's hands,
Clasping my face,
Sealing her love with a kiss.
My grandmother's hands,
Always smooth and soft in my rough ones.
My grandmother's hands,
Wiping my face of sorrow, steadfast and calming.
My grandmother's hands,
Faltering for the first time.
My grandmother's hands,
Became shaky and frail in mine.
My grandmother's hands,
Now wet with tears and cold as ice.

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