generations

Hands

The comfort of a mother’s healing hands,
Hers, to a child, the most appealing hands.

No one can pilfer her attention nor
Claim mommy’s heart like a kid’s stealing hands.

When all hope is lost and your strength is gone,
None console like grandmother’s feeling hands.

A life of wisdom lived without restraint,
Those were great-grandmother’s freewheeling hands.

If your path is clear and life’s light left on,
Thank generations of revealing hands.

 

 

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