Her Hands

Her Hands

A Poem by Teeya
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My grandmother was my Angel on Earth and although she's in Heaven, her role as my Angel remains the same.

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She held my face in the palms of her

rough, un-manicured hands.
I remember her eyes looking into mine
as if she saw a greatness in my future
that would forgive any unfulfilled
promises of her past.
I can still feel her hands on my face.
Hands that told the story of her life
without a word being said.
Hands that spoke of 
faith and strength.
Hands that gave more love and
more memories than any one
lifetime could hold.
She was raised in Hollywood.
Not the Hollywood of stars,
glitz, and glamour,
but Hollywood Plantation,
where the only stars that shined
were the ones she 
wished and prayed on.
She didn't have soft scholastic hands of
a gilded youth,
but hands that adapted to what hard
work meant at a very young age.
Hands she used as means of worship,
placing them together tightly as she
gave thanks to The Most High for all
she had been blessed with,
both big and small.
When she became a wife and mother,
she continued to use those hands
to provide for her family,
working in schools and in homes
of rich folks,
cleaning their messes
and scrubbing their floors
while all the while singing,
"If you can't help me, please don't stop me.
Move outta my way, don't try to block me.
I got a race to run, and I'm running by faith.
And at the finishing line, I'm gonna see God's face."
She didn't allow pride to dictate
what was and what wasn't.
Her pride came from knowing she had done
her part in feeding her family and
that in itself was enough for her.
She had hands of love: 
love of her family, her friends,
her church, her God.
Hands that would cut out patterns
to make her children's school clothes.
Hands that would rub her children's
backs until they fell asleep
when they were sick.
Hands that would direct her 
church's youth choir
so the mouths of babes would 
sing and rejoice in praising the Lord.
When her children needed
to be disciplined,
one never imagined the hands
of her 5ft, 95lb frame to hold
the power of a 7 ft, 300 lbs man.
Instilling respect in her children
was a necessity because she
understood if they had not been
taught at home eventually
the law might do it for her
and that was not an option.
Everything about her was inviting:
her smile, her infectious laugh,
and the biggest heart 
God ever saw fit to create.
But what I remember most about her
are her hands because before
God took her back to heaven,
I held her hands one last time
and I would carry that priceless
moment with me forever.
God chooses where His miracles
will occur and where 
His Angels reside.
For all who knew her, we received
an everlasting miracle when
God chose to let us have one of
His most precious Angels for
the 50 years she made our world her home.
I am forever grateful to God
for the favor He has placed
upon my life.
Out of the billions of people
on this Earth,
I was chosen as one of the few
who experienced her presence,
her touch,
her laugh,
her smile,
her love,
and I will hold her in
my heart for the rest of my existence
until she holds my face
in the palms of her hands
once again.

© 2018 Teeya


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sincerity of truth with such purity of the heartfelt that it pierces social machinery and lucid emotions respond in this ones chest...oh, is that my heart which just opened? Is that moist streak on the cheek witness to gracious love? As her beauty of spirit shaped your heart, you have deftly heralded it for all. Damn girl you can write! Very moving, touching and lovely. Such intimacy could embarrass but here it inspires "Rejoice!"

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Teeya

10 Years Ago

Your pen speaks with such eloquence and very vividly might I add! I am truly honored you felt the em.. read more
Rikkevi Rue

10 Years Ago

My pleasure and please keep writing! It is always pleasant and easy to review quality work that is m.. read more



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Beautifully written with so much love and passion. You truly have an amazing
gift. Thank you for sharing it.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Close your eyes and touch someones face without looking, you will remember their shape for the rest of your life, and I know how blessed hands can be when grand enough to sleep in like a hammock, this is beautiful

Posted 7 Years Ago


Oh wow. This is absolutely stunning. What a beautiful ode to your wonderful grandmother. I love this piece.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Nice poem with some sadness intertwined:)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Its very sweet and i felt like she was sitting across the table from me....
I am sorry about your loss but i too, know how it feels to lose someone you loved dearly...
Sounded like she was a wonderful grandmother...
Great potential i see in you.
Keep on writing, keep on thinking, and most importantly be you!

C. Lee Battaglia

Posted 9 Years Ago


You breathe out a deep beauty of the soul; of God's miracles in life and love. What a precious woman and a divine legacy she left to you. And what a wonder that she watches over you still. xo

Posted 10 Years Ago


I like this poem it is very deep.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Teeya

10 Years Ago

Thank you...it came from a deep place:)
This is a beautiful poem. This lovely soul will live on through us all with
your tribute. Those hands still touch lives. Thank you for the experience.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Teeya

10 Years Ago

Thank you for such beautiful words.
Very thorough and well written.a nice read. is very tender and yet strong...good work.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Teeya

10 Years Ago

Your time and words are very much appreciated. Thank you
These people are the best kind! I always love meeting a jem, you have portrayed your muse in the most flattering of lights. Raw imagery, with eloquent and philosophical smatterings. I was hooked from start to finish.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Teeya

10 Years Ago

It's always a wonderful feeling to have someone think and speak highly of your work, but when a part.. read more

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Added on October 8, 2013
Last Updated on September 22, 2018
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Teeya
Teeya

Atlanta, GA



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