Her Beautiful Hands

her beautiful hands will always remain
a memory, unblemished, full of delight
doubt if our family will ever regain
the completeness before that horrible night
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Kiser Avatar
January 18, 2020 at 6:29 PM
I'm speechless.
Krutsinger Avatar
January 20, 2020 at 1:06 AM
Thank you M.L. As my mother is in the throes of dying I am thinking about my grandmother's hands.
Lindley Avatar
January 17, 2020 at 5:08 PM
Oft the most precious treasures are those we gold firm and deep within our hearts my friend. A truly beautiful tribute piece in memory of your grandmother. A fav.....
Krutsinger Avatar
January 20, 2020 at 1:07 AM
Thank you so much Robert. It is amazing that you knew it was my grandmother's hands.
Adams Avatar
January 17, 2020 at 11:16 AM
sometimes all we have left are memories... the beautiful ones always keep them alive... hugs
Krutsinger Avatar
January 17, 2020 at 4:04 PM
I was thinking of my grandmother; she passed in 1964.
Proxenos Avatar
January 17, 2020 at 9:52 AM
Sounds like it was a really sad night - Blessings, Jennifer.
Krutsinger Avatar
January 20, 2020 at 1:07 AM
Death is always sad, especially when it is your first funeral, and it is your beloved grandmother.
Proxenos Avatar
January 17, 2020 at 9:48 AM
Sounds like it was a really sad night - Blessings, Jennifer.
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