I haven't felt my mother's hands for almost 18 years, but here is what I remember...

putting on John Denver & Beach boys records...

grabbing our little hands, gently, firmly, 

to dance, to comfort, to keep from falling...

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. 

Happy (now, belated) Mother's Day to all the beautiful, caring moms out there. 

My Mother's Hands 

a reflection

I haven't felt my mother's hands for almost 18 years, but here is what I remember...

perfectly manicured...

bony, but tender...



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