Delicate, Still...

my daughter's hands

 

 

 

 

Tiny fingers in my palm
slipped away as petals fell

now nurturing your own
with those same beautiful hands
one now tattooed of Sunflower

and delicate, still.




♥

Author's Note

This poem is for my daughter , who has my hands...
She is a Mother now and one of her hands has a beautiful tattoo of a sunflower :)

Reviews

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

beautiful poem

[Emily B]

I look at my hands very often. I grieve for the lost grace, I know I should be proud of the character, of the strength these hands have earned through the years. Thank you for letting me know that I will see those hands again when my daughters get a little older. . .

[Wondering Mind]

This is a sweet one. I hope she gets to read this lovely write.