Grandmas Hands
Grandma’s Hands
You wish me plenty good things
Your safe travels and good fortune
I rightly claim
Your purpose and plan you’ve acclaimed
Your poise and gentle grace , angelic
Your only spoon of rice you gave your grandchild
Carried her in the mud to the schoolhouse
Your thin, petite frame is unmatched and superb
Your humor tickle the sole of her feet
I shall mourn and set myself free
My tears are genuine
You hold my warm hands with a mighty grip
You embrace my patient feet with good faith
Your eyes see further than mine
We were silent and stood still as God struck fury unto the earth
Lightening dared split the building in to two
But we endured
Our strength lie within
Tears in your eyes
A frown is your smile
I’m a butterfly and a sunflower
I thrive on the outside
We serve a mighty God
You’ve walked alone
Miles on foot
Loaf cake and root vegetable
In the basket over your head
Value you give currency but not praise
Catered to a traveler
that sweet home cooking
Rice and beans, vegetable stew
As a baby they called me mini you
You sang a song many a times
An English translation won’t do its job
Holdfast in your work in Jesus Christ
The journey comes with difficulty
We shall suffer along our journey
When Satan ravages the land
We’ll be saddened
But with Jesus there is victory
You too, have sang
Jesus has risen from the grave
After three days ascends to heaven
That is what gives me assurance
That is what gives you assurance
He gives me eternal life
That which I cannot buy
She’s put out many a fire
From sour grapes and bitter melon
To burnt toast and popcorn
With gentle hands raised-up
Folded and clapping hands
His name she magnifies
Her able knees to the ground
And her eyes closed , leaving all behind
Her daughter, my mother , sewed
uniform and dress clothes
And stitches holes in abandoned garment
Much has changed
Daily you are challenged
I’ve arrived but you’re departing
Few words in between your breaths
Your hands trimmer
Your tongue and lips, too
Parkinson’s they call it
Your veins are large and puffy
Your spine visible to the eye
You complain and whine
Sit for a while , you say to me
Turn me over
Push me to the side
Raise my head up high
But I must tend to other things
Got to find a way out of the maze
I most certainly will
In Jesus name
Marckincia Jean
Narrative
07/12/19
Copyright © Marckincia Jean | Year Posted 2019
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