19/09/2019
Your Hands:
I remember when I was younger, and I would look at you with such a curious view of the world.
I would wonder why your hands were so wrinkly.
I would wonder why your veins were protruding and why you had so many freckles.
I remember how soft your hands were and that always surprised me because you were a hard worker.
You always had the most beautiful long nails that you used to scratch my back so gently I would fall asleep.
But when I think about your hands now,
I remember things a little differently.
What I remember now is how your hands felt around me as you wrapped me in a hug.
I remember when you used to hold my hands to warm them up on a cold day.
I remember how soft they were as they wiped tears from my cheeks.
I remember all the times those hands helped me out of sticky situations.
And I remember that they were always ready to fight for me.
It’s the things I wish I could forget that hurt me the most...
I wish I could forget holding your hand in the hospital hoping for a spark that was not there,
I wish I could forget how long I sat by your bed waiting for you to squeeze me like you once did.
I wish I could forget how hard your calloused hands felt without life inside you.
I wish I could forget my hot tears running down my wet face and landing on your beautiful skin.
I wish I could forget how stiff your once comforting hands became wrapped in mine.
But there are some hopes that I have for you....
I hope that you could feel my warm hands resting in yours.
I hope that you could feel the love in my kisses on the back of your palm.
I hope that you felt comforted when I stroked my soft hands against your sweet face.
I hope that one day when I am a grandma, that my children will remember my hands that held them.
And I'm thankful that you gave that to me.
