I haven't felt my mother's hands for almost 18 years, but here is what I remember...
perfectly manicured...
bony, but tender...
clean, & hard-working...
always reaching to give love...
putting on John Denver & Beach boys records...
grabbing our little hands, gently, firmly,
to dance, to comfort, to keep from falling...
they were mother's hands.
I can't remember for the life of me what they look like in my mind,
and my skin doesn't remember how they feel.
But my memories do.
RIP mama - Aug 25th 2002
Happy (now, belated) Mother's Day to all the beautiful, caring moms out there.
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