Fingertip Memories

Looking at my hands  Still young to Grasp a brush for  Gracie's ponytails And strong enough To tickle my big boy Dylan Patting my kids back heartily  As I hug them  Soft enough  To glide my fingertips Across my lovers arms Fresh enough to touch the sick  In my presence I realize as I trace the veins That they'll be knobby and weak One old day and I'll flip Pages of photo albums and  Pages of poetry  Remembering my full life A day will come I won't recognize they belong to me Wrinkled and thin skinned As they pat my grandchild's  Soft young hair  May my Old hands remember To tell me their stories  Each day as  My loves are busy making Their own stories  Hoping I smile often  And rest that final rest With each fingertips memory