Grandmother's Hands

As a child I would place my closed eyes in them while she hummed Gaelic melodies. Her smock, it was brown like a butchers apron but without a speck of blood, just daubs of fruit dumplings and the savor of elderberry flowers. Grandmother had large hands working hands, when they closed it was as if her story book had closed at the end of every day, and that is how she goes away always very quietly at the end of every day. © 2 days ago