Grandma's Hands
They were like roses to my skin
They always held me even if I sinned
They were like cotton to my face
They were warming with their sweet grace
They were like silk to my clothing
They were always there to rub my back when I was loathing
They were like rainbows whenever she comforted me
They were like the gates to heaven, accepting me fully
They were like my gloves in the cold winter season
They were always there, even without a reason
They were like my savior
Always looking out for me, even on my worst behavior
They were the hands that saved my life
They were the hands that cherished my life
They were the hands that I’ll never forget
Because they were my Grandma's Hands
Stephanie Davis
11/22/20
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Comments
Heart warming and soothing to my mind! thank you for sharing those hands!..........Jim
You are very welcome! Missing my grandmother around the holidays and I figured I could write a sweet poem for her this year.
You did her proud!.Jim
Thank you, your comments mean a lot to me.
nicely written Linda
Thank you so much for reading <3
Absolutely had to pin this! A wonderful tribute to your grandmother. Love how you described the love by using her hands to illustrate it. Brilliant x
Thank you so much! I miss her so much and this was the only way I could think of to celebrate her and to cherish her even more.Â
You've done a fabulous job. She'll be proud looking down from heaven x
Thank you so much <3
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