Mike Gentile Poet Free verse

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

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L Milton Hankins September 29, 2022 at 12:15 PM Beautiful, Mike. I, too, have experienced this. Mike Gentile October 1, 2022 at 5:50 AM Thank you Milt!!

Pandita Sietesantos April 29, 2018 at 7:54 PM Dear Mike, this emotive piece captivated me and tenderly tugged at my heart! I can identify with all the sentiments you expressed in this piece which is such a wonderful, loving tribute to your grandmother's hands. Best wishes in the contest! Hugs. Pandita Mike Gentile April 30, 2018 at 5:33 AM Thank you so much, Pandita, I am blessed to have my Grandmother for so long, I appreciate your kind comments xxoo