PenWomanShip

Upon these hands there overlap
blue veins which create a map
of life; wrinkles and lines intertwine
as valleys and mountains of time.

Yet these hands have often lifted in prayer,
picked up a child from the depths of despair;
have applauded when there were good times,
caught falling tears during bad times,
and have never turned away a stranger in need.

In times of disappointment,
these hands have held support and comfort,
have offered their strength and wisdom,
grasped another's hands in forgiveness.

These hands have guided, loved and wept,
promises and secrets kept,
through it all they have endured,
and never once has their faith wavered.

Though these hands have aged
and cannot recount all they have seen,
May these hands live on
passed down to me.