Those Hands

Those Hands

By Medha V.

Wrinkly and old

The hands that I hold

The hands that are filled with warmth and love

Warmth and love for me

Even though soon

Soon these hands I love

Will float up above where I can’t see

And then the doves will fly

On a such cold rainy day

As I say goodbye to the hands I love

On that day those hands I love will be covered

Covered with lacey white gloves

I will say on that cold rainy day

Oh grandmother I loved you so

But I know

Yes I know

You and your hands of old

Hands that carry stories

With every line and crease

You and your stories will be covered in love

And up there, you will still love me

And though I won’t be able to hold your hands any longer

I will still remember the cuts and creases on those old beat hands

And the love you held me with

And I’ll wipe my tears away

And smile as I remember

Those hands that loved me so

That wonderful love I do remember