Source: We Heart It

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