Grandmother's Hands

reflections

Grandmother's hands

Lined with age

Roads of blue

Show delicate age

Hands once strong

Two teats per hand

As black cow she milked

Each morning and eve

Hands born of hard work

Tears and toil

They worked each day

In tilling the soil

Hands so strong

A farmer's wife was she

Grandmother to many

Lessons learned at her feet

Today I look close

My hands resemble hers

Lined with veins

Tendons exposed

No cow do I milk twice a day

Only lowly goat

One teat per hand

Amazed at the strength of my Grandmother's hands.

Strive hard to pass on

Her lessons well learned

And treasured so dear

Joy in day to day life

Kiss of the wind

Touch of a flower

A child's laugh

A rain shower

Sorrow and sadness

May pass my way

But tomorrow

Comes another day

And as I milk

Each closing day

Remember her well

In sweet milks smell

Reviews

[Marie Harrison]

What a touching poem. Is that your Grandmother's pic? Very sweet expression of self and of your Grandmother.

[Vitcky Walker]

great job, the poem tells about waht we can see in life, really Good i think

[Tomi]

I like the simplicity with which the superiority of your granny's abilities are expressed. I like the flow, made me have a sense of reverence for granny even if i don't know her.

[Samuel Dickens]

What a nice way to remember her. Going further, there is so much about men and women of that generation that should be acknowleged, remembered, and even revered. They worked harder than anyone does today and utilized skills that are now lost or forgotten. This modern world may be easier, but it's not necessarily better.