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hands of my grandparents
October 22, 2018
Years of hot water
And dirty dishes
Soften the skin
Chasing away tears
Of aged old fears
Through delicate fingers
She weaves
Scrupulous designs
Stitching away
At layers of time
Years of hard work
Calloused and caked
Etched in the fingers
History bleeds from
Torn nails telling
Tale of not
Long ago
Two worlds
Entwined as one
My grandparents hands
© Justin P., St Charles, IL
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My grandparents had known each other for 75 years, being married for 65 of those. When I am told to think of love my mind immediately drifts to the thought of them. Since very small I have seen their exchanges of pure affection and admiration of one another. It is something I crave to find in my own relationships. Something I wish for my own children to grow up seeing and finding. Love is what held my family together for so long and what continues to teach me daily.