Tuesday, 18 February 2014

my grandmother's hands (first draft)

I have my grandmother's hands.
Long fingers and a wedding ring
the curve of the knuckle near the neat nail.
Age spots on the backs,
Thin skin and callouses
tell the story of a life.

I have my grandmother's hands.
I bind a cut on my daughter's finger
in the same way my grandmother remembered
her grandmother binding hers
as she bound mine.

My grandmother's hands tell so many tales.
Two World Wars, a marriage, a child;
Hard times, better times.
hands to the wheel, hands to the pumps
hands soothing a sick child
hands that discipline
hands that reward.

An image in my mind of hands pouring tea, buttering bread
Laying the table with the plates with pheasants on them
Darning a sock and threading a needle.
Holding mine as we walk to the station to watch the trains,
warm in the winter sun
Holding mine as I sit beside her bed,
cool with approaching death

Long fingers and a wedding ring
the curve of the knuckle near the neat nail.
Working hands, loving hands
That pass these memories down the generations.
My daughter has my grandmother's hands.



11 comments:

  1. Beautiful, Cheryl. I loved it.More of this xxx

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  2. Brought a little tear to my eye - really was lovely

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  3. Great observations and reflections. I enjoyed it a lot.

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  4. That's beautiful, and it made me remember my own gran in a way I haven't for a long time, so thank you for that.

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  5. Thanks, everyone. (And specially Rob, who's comment made me come back and read you all). I have tidied this up and entered it in to a competition - first time I've had confidence to do so. So thank you all for the encouragement.

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