Her Hands

My mother’s hands
How glorious and beautiful
Stretched thin
Veins showing
She tries to hide them
Saying they reveal too much
Yet the only thing I see
Are years of tireless nights
In every fold
Her love
Every freckle
Her selflessness
The next time I hold them
I’ll make sure she knows
How beautiful they are

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s