Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Grandma's Hands

I have these age spots decorating my hands now.
I smile at them, in a welcoming way.
Glad to have them.
Happy they are here.

My hands are starting to form into my grandmother’s hands.
She was an earth angel.
Always putting everyone else before herself.

I remember her beautiful loving hands.
Hugging
Patting
Coaxing,
Soothing,
Gentling
Cooking
Baking

Hands that always thought of others first.
I smile at my grandma’s hands.

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Susan Ashley September 14, 2018 at 7:38 PM Your tender poem is dipped in emotional depth and beauty, Caren. Such exquisite reveries of appreciation and love that moved me deeply.. Warmest wishes my friend.. ~Susan Caren Krutsinger September 14, 2018 at 10:05 PM Thank you Susan. My 13-year-old-girl mind says "How did we get hands like Grandma's already?"

Rhona Mcferran September 14, 2018 at 3:01 AM (I thought I was the only one who thought of hands like this!) If my hands seem a little older or "worse for the wear"- I've always seen it as a sign that I have put them to good use! ;) Love this poem! Caren Krutsinger September 14, 2018 at 7:11 AM Thank you Rhona. I am looking at them right now, completely amazed that they remind me SO MUCH of my grandma.