Ann Foster Poet Free verse

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My Hands Today

My Hands Today

My hands are getting old today. 
They are getting old right in front of my eyes. 
I suppose the rest of my face is following, 
But I can not see that happening. 
There is some peace in that, 
But my hands…?

I don’t mind hard work. 
I never minded hard work. 
I liked hard work. 
I felt needed, 
And useful at times. 
Yet… 
My hands suffered from the ordeal, 
At the appeal of filling my heart 
With a harvest of memories. 

I guess it is expected that my hands are showing my age. 
I turn the page with a pleasant smile, 
Knowing that regardless of the visage that is my reflection… 
I know that the Lord is with me, 
And He guides my hands even now… 

I pray…
To do as He asks of me, 
Anytime I am blessed to be called. 
Aging is just part of the process 
Of experience, and of life’s long journey. 
My hands are getting old today, 
But that… 
Is okay.

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Rowena Velasco August 8, 2025 at 7:09 AM Such a tender reflection on aging and purpose. I love how your hands tell the story of hard work and faith. Truly beautiful and comforting. Thank you for sharing this. Ann Foster February 10, 2026 at 5:59 AM Thank you, kind friend. I so appreciate that you bothered to comment. God bless you... Thank you... Ann