Grandma's Hands : Part I

I never felt

Grandma's hands

When asked for five words or less 

To capture the supposed root of my trauma

The angst of mind

Revealing the core of my self and my being

I conveyed my deepest pains 

My darkest pains 

In such a simple way

It scared me

The truth scared me

And it petrified all of them

I never felt 

Grandma's hands
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Akintayo  Avatar
April 1, 2025 at 3:24 AM
Great poem about your Grandma, yes grandma hands can be a pain at times but those hands are full of life experiences. Therefore it is a joy to have a douse of those hands. Very good poetry you penned here for us at Poetry soup to enjioy. Keep writing
Reeves Avatar
November 15, 2025 at 3:57 PM
Thanks!
Franceschini Avatar
March 31, 2025 at 3:32 PM
Nicely written. Grandma left her imprint on your heart.
Reeves Avatar
November 15, 2025 at 3:57 PM
Thanks!
Evans Avatar
October 26, 2020 at 6:06 PM
Our elders are so important, so wise. Without them the journey of life can be traumatic, angst ridden and painful. Good poem.
Reeves Avatar
November 15, 2025 at 3:57 PM
Thanks!
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