Grandma’s Hands – a beautiful poem
My sister shared this poem she received in an e-mail. It touched me enough to want to share it with you. This story was written by Melinda Clements and is at: http://bit.ly/ww1iel
Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands.
When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK.
Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. ‘Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking,' she said in a clear voice strong.
‘I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK,' I explained to her. …
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