Sun kissed and Gnarled

Sun kissed and gnarled

Her hands are the piece of her that
I remember the most.
Hands that had seen so much,
tending to gardens,
gone once she left us.

Raising children,
Two girls complete opposites,
a boy so spoiled.
Grandchildren and great.

Hands that blessed the unknown,
crossing our bodies and houses,
chasing away the bad juju.
Wrapping us up in faith,
Driven by a fear of the unknown.

I feel her hands on mine,
pressed tight,
tracing the lines of my own.
Gnarled from use,
battered by life,
gone.

Emulating A Small Needful Fact