HER HANDS - POTD
Her hands are what l remember most
Miss the most, crave the most
Hands that scrubbed floors for a living
Hardworking, honest hands
Hands that nurtured, gave comfort, wiped tears
Small hands fingers crooked with arthritis
Hands that held mine a lifetime
Hands l held when death decided
Hands l loved and knew so well
Her hands …..
Copyright © Deb M | Year Posted 2025
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