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Through the years they worked their spells From drawers and cupboards, taking things That through them, thus, were given wings And changed to sweetness meant for kings With warm and wafting scrumptious smells My Nana's hands ... Countless times we'd strolled to town To shop for what she'd need that eve (First taking stock before we'd leave) A shopping list tucked up her sleeve My wee lad's fingers, safe and sound In Nana's hands ... The way back home was twice as long Our arms filled plump with paper sacks The makings and some special snacks Oh, how the groceries bent our backs Yet even then, I held on tight ... To Nana's hands ... Still it was always worth the chores To watch her mix and bake and cook While dancing to-and-from her nook And glancing, sometimes, in a book Oh, how I marveled and adored ... My Nana's hands ... But sometimes they were hard to hold Curled with arthritis, wracked with pain She oft' times had to stretch and strain Though NEVER did she ONCE complain Through rheumatism's stranglehold ... On Nana's hands ... See ... Those bent old hands in disrepair Worked twice as hard so we could eat Thus each night's meal and every treat Was that much more divine and sweet All from the love and tender care ... Of Nana's hands ... And still, my fingers long to share ... My Nana's Gentle ... Hands. - by Gregory R Barden ~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Cornucopia Cooking" Poetry Contest, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judge & Sponsor.

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Nana's Hands

Through the years they worked their spells From drawers and cupboards, taking things That through them, thus, were given wings And changed to sweetness meant for kings With warm and wafting scrumptious smells My Nana's hands ... Countless times we'd strolled to town To shop for what she'd need that eve (First taking stock before we'd leave) A shopping list tucked up her sleeve My wee lad's fingers, safe and sound In Nana's hands ... The way back home was twice as long Our arms filled plump with paper sacks The makings and some special snacks Oh, how the groceries bent our backs Yet even then, I held on tight ... To Nana's hands ... Still it was always worth the chores To watch her mix and bake and cook While dancing to-and-from her nook And glancing, sometimes, in a book Oh, how I marveled and adored ... My Nana's hands ... But sometimes they were hard to hold Curled with arthritis, wracked with pain She oft' times had to stretch and strain Though NEVER did she ONCE complain Through rheumatism's stranglehold ... On Nana's hands ... See ... Those bent old hands in disrepair Worked twice as hard so we could eat Thus each night's meal and every treat Was that much more divine and sweet All from the love and tender care ... Of Nana's hands ... And still, my fingers long to share ... My Nana's Gentle ... Hands. - by Gregory R Barden ~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Cornucopia Cooking" Poetry Contest, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judge & Sponsor.