Gramma's Callused Hands : Are So Lovely

Gramma's Callused Hands : Are So Lovely

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With hardened hands, cracked over time.

Weary from exhaustion, but not tired of living!

She's tired of fearing and training for death.

Ready to drop, she's fatigued, and feels faint.

She never mutters, nor stutters or complains,

Yet quaint and saint like, she always remains!

With the same hardened, but gentle hands...

She uses hand gestures, to explain and caress.

Even though, this causes her great pain.

That throughout the years, she has pertained,

Many of strains and sprains on her frame!

Blood veins bulge under times pressure.

Bruises strain her thinning, pale white skin.

All the while she patiently retains and reigns,

Obtaining and maintaining... her children within.

Never to feign being, appearing drained nor plain.

Even though great pains, chain and contain her!

With work weary hands, cracked and callused,

She wraps and detains her babes into thin arms.

While limping on a cane, she rain's love around,

The hearts domain, where love forever campaigns!