Hands lined with old age
Wrinkled and covered with marks
Hands that nurtured me.
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There is no way we can ever give thanks enough for our mothers they are a god sent...Great job Rose...
An excellent piece in the real sense.Thank u, dear poetess.anjandev Roy.
Hands lined with old age Wrinkled and covered with marks Hands that nurtured me. ...lovely
Living, Growing old! ! ! Old age, Seeing the muse of the hands that nurtured you. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A marvellous poem on mother's wrinkled hands that play a very important role in our lives.
This great caring jewel created with the most tender touch that causes me instant tears and great melancholic senses. This immense gem written in great honesty will echo endlessly in my soul although my beloved Mum has deceased, your loving words make me remember her crystal clear again, true precious words, dear great Poetess, I constantly cherish. Myriad of 10's fot this Gem. God Blesses thee perpetually.
Another piece brilliantly and feelingly penned. Hands lined with old age Bringing to me my life's old page.
octogenarian hands harsh, wrinkled....; yeah; these hands are hands of kind and nurture these hands are hands of merciful care.....//// great write
I find impenetrable love at the backdrop of this little poem! Loved reading it...................10
How could you not worship and love, hands like that and not be forever grateful for a mother's care and love. I write this with tears in my eyes, I am so moved by your words, thinking of my own mother too.. Only exceptional poetry can do that.
U are lucky as those old hands have donated u good words and astounding brain to enliven us by your very very effective poems, MAM Rose.