Grandma's hands were
chubby and wrinkled,
like blown up rubber gloves
with fingers like sausages.
Her wedding band concealed
for years in the
deep crevices of time.
Yet, a closer look reveals
hardship in those furrows,
days when she toiled
to make ends meet
and when she did
someone or something
moved them again.
Sewing, knitting, baking
bread and stew, scrubbing
flagstone floors for
the love of her family.
Those strong loving hands
nursed three generations,
made a politician, a doctor
two nurses and an actor.
From her reclining chair
she watches with pride
and still holds those hands
out to greet us.
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