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The Hands of Our Parents

The hands of our parents are wrinkled and worn, Tell a story of the years each of us were born. A life full of giving, caring, and work Yet the knowledge they hold could each fill a book. The children they have raised and loved thru the years Dan, Sandy, Linda, Janet and Stan all have brought cheers. All 16 Grandchildren have been loved, held and rocked By the hands of our parents, welcoming them to their flock. The 29 Great Grandchildren have brought them such joys To the strong hands of our parents that even made toys. So each wrinkle and brown spot they so proudly wear Tells a story of history they have been here to bear. The hands of our parents show the love of us all And every wrinkle they wear proud and tall.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 2/13/2015 3:52:00 PM
A touching tribute Janet - their hands also tell of the hardship and suffering they have endured - a 7 from me:-) Hugs Jan xx
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Janet Eaton
Date: 2/13/2015 4:41:00 PM
Yes they do Jan. Thank you
Date: 2/6/2015 8:01:00 AM
A great write Janet... Each of their wrinkles do have a history to tell... good day!
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Janet Eaton
Date: 2/6/2015 8:39:00 AM
Thank you Nadiya

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