Sunday, September 4, 2016
Old Hands Comments
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Holding Mom's hand, as I say goodnight
In a now too familiar hospital setting,
I see behind the thin translucent skin,
The hands that carried and cleaned and cared;
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7/23/2025 1:14:04 PM # 1.0.0
This is wonderful poem, Bill. A classic, I say, and it goes on my favorites list. Nothing less than a ten. As you talked about your relatives, I saw my own father, mother, and grandmother. And I loved the way you ended it, with the word HANDS having an entirely different meaning. Fabulous job!
Thanks so much, Kim... it's that time of life when perspective slowly changes.