Studying Grandma
Her skin was baby soft.
Almost transparent.
Blue veins smiled.
Gossamer layers of freckles.
Her face watched me studying her hands.
I felt like I had been caught smoking.
You have beautiful hands, I said.
And she did have,
Hands that reflected
Integrity and truth,
Helpfulness and happiness,
Baby soft old woman hands.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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