Your Grandmother's Hands--

Your Grandmother's Hands-- Misshapen pain ridden Yet still fixes Sunday dinner Straggle and worn, somewhat torn Afflicted with arthritic pains Barely can wash her hair Opens up window breathes in fresh air And a velvet ribbon She’s had since adolescent There’s a secret box That she keeps lock Never does she untie Those hurt the pains in her eyes She made Kool-Aide Placed in a glass pitcher, HEY! Empties an ice cube tray Placing the food on the table everyday When you shake her hand don’t hold too tight It pains her the grips you have ignite But straight and strong her hand unfold Clasp together when praising/praying to God So if yet now you don’t understand These too could be your-- Grandmother’s hands 4/28/18 Poetry Contest - Jamie's interesting Contest 3 Sponsored by: Jamie Pan |