My mother's hands

They are not displays

Of skin deep beauty anymore,

That faded

With meaningless youth

And has now sunk in

To represent the lines

Of a humble life

 

The once smooth

And porcelain skin

Is now tanned and wrinkled

From hours of work

In between conversations

Filled with nostalgic laughter

In the faraway fields of home

 

Recollections of which

Are at the heart of my childhood

 

Every line stretches into my memory

And hold the warmth of love

Only comprehensible

By a mother and child

 

Author's Note

jus tell me what you think thats all . Thank you

Reviews

[Laura E. Aranda]

I think it is invoking alot of memories on all who read this romantic reminiscing piece. No suggestions
It was perfect in itself........
cheers to my new friend here in the cafe, lea

[Imperfection]

Reminds me of my mother and her hands.

Very gentle and touching.

[Display Name]

very delicate,,, nice write.

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Very sweet. A wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[Dizzy-Izzy]

I think it's just beautiful... that's all.