My Grandmother's Hands

I looked down and I realized that I had my grandmother’s hands I’ve reached the point in life where the skin has thinned and the veins have bulged and thoughts of mortality land At first it was upsetting, a reminder of age unrelenting but soon after, I thought What could be better than those loving hands that soothed my fears and dried my tears oh how I’ve missed my grandmother’s hands 6/11/81