my hands as I look at these gloves of yours chapped itchy just pulling clothes out of washer that broke vacation hands which start a painting and watch it daily for new ideas to emerge on it, in it, around it
these hands which hold others
which held hers and hers and his and theirs
my grandmother watching me spread butter on a piece of toast, you do that just like your father
her hands which made so many lovely pies and roasts and reached for her Camel as it burned in the ashtray by the window where we sat with our tea and cookies and listened to the tales of townspeople and watched the birds in her backyard
her hands which ironed clothes and washed dishes and held us when They were not around
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ReplyDeletemy hands as I look at these gloves of yours
chapped
itchy
just pulling clothes out of washer that broke
vacation hands which start a painting
and watch it daily for new ideas to emerge on it, in it, around it
these hands which hold others
which held hers and hers and his and theirs
my grandmother watching me spread butter on a piece of toast,
you do that just like your father
her hands which made so many lovely pies and roasts and reached for her Camel as it burned in the ashtray by the window where we sat with our tea and cookies and listened to the tales of townspeople and watched the birds in her backyard
her hands which ironed clothes and washed dishes and held us when They were not around
which I did not get to
before she