Grandma's Hands
I will never forget
grandma's gentle touch, and
no time spent with her will I ever regret
because I loved her so much
and those hands would reach out for me
holding me tightly to her beating heart . . .
that is, until death came and she had to depart
and it was I, who stroked her soft white hair weeping
with tears to fill the wide blue ocean
weeping 'til those hands that had grown so fragile lay
still, like a twisted road map of her life . . .
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August 15, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/Grandma's Hands
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1279-021-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (22)
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
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