Mamaws Hands

I loved them Every bone in her body Every tooth in her smile Every thread in her sweatshirt Every vein in her aged hands They comforted me in ways that nothing ever could So heartwarming I didn’t know how to function when I couldn’t brush my hand upon hers The last thing I remember is seeing tubes invading her body as if she was in a snake pit We were there for hours I never wanted to leave, she was ours People came and went But there was one specific moment I was sitting in a chair across from her, trying to stay warm, and I yawned She had caught my glance just at the right moment and stopped the person from talking by the single raising of a hand as if she had the power of God She asked me if I was tired, and if I wanted to lay with her I wanted to scream I wanted to yell I wanted to cry I was tired of seeing her go through this I was tired of all the pain that it brought to not only her but those around her But I told her no, and had to hold back the tears Ignorant she was, she waved me over With those same hands with which she held me as I returned the favor in that hospital bed Told me that she loved me Had missed me Asked me how I was doing She didn’t even care about her condition, but she was involved with everyone else's She grabbed my hand I returned the favor It was in that moment that I felt more at home than I have ever The next day Sitting here unable to hold back the tears anymore She laid so peaceful I wanted to shout and say that this wasn’t real But what I didn’t want to face was that this was all too real Real enough for me to feel the pain and sorrow Every bone in her body Every tooth in her smile Every thread in her sweatshirt Every vein in her aged hands Comforted me in ways that nothing ever could