Donna Jones Poet Free verse

Grandmother's Hand

I saw a picture just once a long time ago
I don't know the artist's name or from where he came
But the image I'll never forget, that much I know
I hope its beauty to you I can explain
A small child's hand reached up so round and small
Bashfully grasping from seemingly no where at all
Towards what appeared to be his grandmother's hand
Weather worn and wrinkled hanging down 
Tattered clothing and swollen knuckles, calloused palms
Yet still reaching
Reaching to guide and help yet another young life
Who still needed her strength
Their fingertips touching, left me wondering
Would she live long enough for him to grab hold?

©Donna Jones
2-25-2013

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Timothy Hicks May 3, 2013 at 12:12 AM I can clearly see that the picture affected you deeply. There is just something so special about seeing one so young and one so old, grasping each other's hands. Wonderful work! Donna Jones May 3, 2013 at 5:29 AM Hi Timothy....yes I've always thought it was awesome...thanks for reading my poems....always appreciated and I love to see your smile.....

Chris Matthews March 29, 2013 at 2:43 AM I Like the imagery in you poem, will read more. Donna Jones March 29, 2013 at 7:03 AM Thanks Chris ....have a great weekend..Donna

Poet Destroyer A March 28, 2013 at 9:24 PM Congratulations, with your winning poem Donna , I'm also stopping by to say hi, and wish you an early Happy Easter, just in case I don't have time to stop by in the next few days. take care and have yourself a good one~ Always & Forever *LINDA" Donna Jones March 29, 2013 at 7:05 AM Thanks Linda ...I just feel like crying for you...I appreciate the thanks but all this just doesn't matter somehow thinking of you.

S.Jagathsimhan Nair March 24, 2013 at 7:24 PM A thought provoking poem, well done, Donna, Congrats on the win!! Jag Donna Jones March 24, 2013 at 9:32 PM Thank you Jag sir....Donna

Joseph May March 24, 2013 at 1:20 PM great write and win Donna...congrats Donna Jones March 24, 2013 at 2:47 PM Thanks Joseph :-)

Sheri Fresonke Harper March 24, 2013 at 8:17 AM Lovely poem about those held hands, Donna, I appreciate your memory. Congratulations on your win. Donna Jones March 24, 2013 at 2:48 PM Thank you much Sheri...

Len Gasun March 24, 2013 at 1:25 AM My hearty congratulations on your win in my contest my dear friend Donna! I extremely love and enjoyed your adorable picture in your amazing poem. Thank you so much for your full support. Have a blessed Palm Sunday/Weekend! love and hugs, Leonora Donna Jones March 24, 2013 at 7:58 AM Well look at you aren't you beautiful...this is the first time I have seen you . Thanks for the Congrats..although I never expected to see my name there at all..I just threw that together very quickly, but thanks....you too have a great Sunday ..Donna

Jim Pemberton March 3, 2013 at 4:04 PM I remember grandma hand making blankets for our kids! Great memories to share! JP Donna Jones March 3, 2013 at 4:45 PM Glad you stopped by Jim....yeah grandmas are wonderful.I actually still make quilts..I have made about fifty for family and friends...an art passed down to me from my grandma....:-)

Jack Jordan March 1, 2013 at 1:35 PM Isn't it odd how those tiny fragments become part of a way to understand the world? A touching piece. J Donna Jones March 1, 2013 at 3:00 PM Absolutely....thanks Jack....

Jancarl Campi February 27, 2013 at 7:23 AM You painted a most beautiful picture here. Thank you for sharing your work with us. Donna Jones February 27, 2013 at 7:32 AM Thank you so much...

Vesna Kovrlija February 27, 2013 at 3:30 AM Wonderful, touching poem! Donna Jones February 27, 2013 at 7:33 AM I appreciate your kind words Vesna

Poet Destroyer A February 26, 2013 at 9:36 PM A beautiful and heart felt poem.... Donna, you wrote about the picture, in the most sincerest manner... always~ Linda Donna Jones February 27, 2013 at 7:37 AM Always good to hear from you Linda..hope you are well...thanks for reading my poem. Glad you liked it

Richard Lamoureux February 26, 2013 at 7:53 PM This is beautiful! Thanks so much for visiting and commenting on my poem. Donna Jones February 26, 2013 at 9:20 PM Thank you Richard ...:-)

Joseph May February 26, 2013 at 6:51 PM very nice write Donna...nice imagery Donna Jones February 26, 2013 at 9:21 PM Appreciate it Joseph

Andrea Dietrich February 26, 2013 at 5:25 PM what an excellent description this is of a picture that really spoke to you . Very nicely done, Donna. Donna Jones February 26, 2013 at 9:21 PM Much appreciated Andrea ...blessings

Vee Bdosa February 26, 2013 at 8:49 AM What a nice thing to read about whom is one of the most important persons in our lives, Grandmother. Didn't she pray for us all, didn't she pray for our President and people in high power, and for the sick and lonely? Mi Grandma did I know she still watches over me this every day. It is Grandma's Prayer, whatever would we be had we never had it? I think the hands surely met. You did very good. Ronnie Donna Jones February 26, 2013 at 12:22 PM I agree..I believe my grandmother's prayers on my mother's side were very special indeed. Powerful even. And although with our creator now, I still feel her presence... you are kind to stop by.

Heather Ober February 26, 2013 at 7:28 AM WOW. This is simply beautiful. The last line is perfect! Donna Jones February 26, 2013 at 12:28 PM Thanks heather...glad you enjoyed. Thank you so much for stopping by

The Situation February 26, 2013 at 3:31 AM The picture was the artest poetry. And his skills he used as words. Donna Jones February 26, 2013 at 12:30 PM I just wish I was capable of doing it justice...thanks for stopping to read my poem...:-)

Robert Pettit February 25, 2013 at 9:44 PM A very descriptive write that is a pleasure to read. Donna Jones February 26, 2013 at 12:31 PM Thanks so much Robert...

Skat A February 25, 2013 at 7:41 PM your poem is heartfelt~ SKAT Donna Jones February 25, 2013 at 8:59 PM Thanks SKAT :-)

Jeremy Martin February 25, 2013 at 6:24 PM This poem is full of rich texture and an aching tangible nature. Stirring, good work. Donna Jones February 25, 2013 at 9:01 PM Much appreciated kind words Jeremy...thanks

Sara Kendrick February 25, 2013 at 4:23 PM Great one for the contest..I hope that the grandmother lived long enough to see the rewards of nuturing the child and that the child used the nuturing by the grandmother to the best possible use..Reads like a winner to me..Sara Donna Jones February 25, 2013 at 5:19 PM It was a lovely picture...thank you for stopping and reading Sara, I appreciate it.

Anne-Lise Andresen February 25, 2013 at 1:48 PM - An old photos can tell ...... of time that was .... love ....life.... Donna, I love it- oxox / / Anne-Lise :) Donna Jones February 25, 2013 at 2:22 PM Hank you Anne Lise

Russell Sivey February 25, 2013 at 1:04 PM This is quite the ever loving write my friend, so very peaceful! I really enjoyed reading this tremendous poem this afternoon! What a lovely piece, Great Work!! Donna Jones February 25, 2013 at 2:23 PM Glad you liked it Russel :-)