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.