Source: We Heart It
Helping Hands…
In my life there have been so
many hands …
My mother’s hands that held
me gently rocking until I slept
My father’s hands who taught
me it is just fine for a little
girl to know how to handle a
hammer and saw
My grandmother’s hands who
died before I could get to
know them
My grandfather’s hands that
always had a hidden treat
when he came to visit
Every generation has a family
of hands to guide, love, lead,
teach, and comfort
I am the last of my line
There will be no little hands
left for me to pass along
memories of my heritage…
Copyright © 2016 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
ANNIE'S MUSE 
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