Sunday, May 5, 2013

Grandma's Hands

I have been always amazed by how much work my Grandma and mother did without the modern conveniences we all have today.  No matter how much work they had, they always managed to have love for their families.  This poem is for them:


                                                            He hands were
                                                               always warm and
                                                                  soft against my
                                                            skin, but they
                                                                had a different
                                                                   smell each day.
                                                            After a day
                                                                 of making stew,
                                                                    The impossible to
                                                             wash off smell
                                                                 of onions lingered.
                                                                     Apple pie days
                                                              left her hands
                                                                 with the smell
                                                                      of cinnamon and
                                                              nutmeg.  Wash day
                                                                   would leave scents
                                                                         of soap and bleach.
                                                              Each day may
                                                                    have produced a
                                                                          new scent, but
                                                              the love always
                                                                     remained, never fading
                                                                           to be replaced
                                                              the following day.

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