the handA Story by Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)large soft white gentle held me as i walked the street showed me how to cross the road guided me back as i wandered off found me when i was lost played games like shadows in the night on the wall wiped away my tears brushed my school girl hair turned them into plaits wiped away my tears handed me a hankie bathed me in that bubbly bath washed my little body toweled it dry tucked me into bed at night peeled the spuds and cooked the evening meals and delicious desserts washed up all the dishes and clothes dryed and ironed the clothes tidied vaccumed polished house dusted all the webs those hands they were my life itself as years went on and i became as old as she had been her hands become more weathered brown age spots and wrinkles did appear the white soft hands now sat and knitted jumpers for us all even as adults we loved her rugs and things she made for us each one we held her hand helped her cross the roads helped her in and out of seats tucked her into bed brought her tea in bed and brushed her thinning hair we felt the bones come through her hands as frail as age itself her bones began to show the age spots the wrinkles the veins every mark on her hands showed her work her love for us all those years her life in her hands she loved us so i brushed her hair and kissed her cheek Oh how much I loved my mother so she has gone for four years now her hands now white with summer snow in heaven she waves down to me one day ill clasp them so a mothers hand we held it as she softly goes
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4 Reviews Added on July 13, 2018 Last Updated on July 13, 2018 AuthorJulie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Sydney , AustraliaAboutAmateur old poet well not that old but not a young 20 anymore I live to write I write at least five poems ditties every weekend and a few during week I write quickly it just flows and bu.. more..Writing
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