Nana’s Hands

Written August 10, 2007 after visiting my mother in her garden.

Nana’s Hands

She looks down at her hands amongst the dahlias and the hostas

Strong

And sure in the earth

Wise

In their choices ~

Pinching where guidance is needed,

Coaxing and guiding where direction is needed

Graceful and elegant in their strength and simplicity

“I never expect” she says suddenly

“To look down and see Nana’s hands”

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