Hands of Memories

Hands of memories,

as they covered in blood,

a loud cry signified the born of a great person.

 

Hands of memories,

as they sunk in the soft sand,

a loud laugh echoed in her childhood years.

 

Hands of memories,

as they held grandfather’s warm hand,

tears streamed down as she walked down the aisle.

 

Hands of memories,

as the her big hands held mine,

a warm smile shone.

 

Hands of memories,

as crinkles start to show,

the smile doesn’t faint.

 

Hands of memories,

and for the one last time,

I held them,

I knew,

They will always live in my heart .

Author's Note

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Reviews

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Memories are our wings and also our decline. You make something worth it. To think about it. Who are we and how actions affect others and our world.

[The earth (Titan maphah..]

nice one, more please I need more

[Callista727]

Thank you !!^^