My Aunts Hands
My hands I look at my hands
I wake up suddenly and see's the strength the hard work
Lines of truth in each curve,
Arthritis has set in, I ask please don't fail me now
There is still much left to achieve
More hugs a gentle touch
When I hug or chop something up
I don't want to hurt and pull back in pain
Lord God Universe please give me more time to do your work
Without pain or hesitation or to pause on which task to take
Hand to hold from this day forward
Use them wisely- point in one direction not at someone
Practice this always each day on
Hands to hold from this day forward
To praise to lift up
Give thanks always
Hands- remarkable- Loving-Kind- to wipe away tears
Not to make tears
To my Aunt Small and frail
Mother of Ten- Wife to three-Grandmother and Great Grandmother
So many hugs an loves
Sister to my father. Mother to all
Hands are tired
Longing
She wants to cook her favorite meal
Time is at hand soul wants to escape
Be young just once more
Free as a young Woman
Wants one more Dance
My Aunt.. Sister of my Father Mother of Ten
Be still- Take Care and love once more
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