Lynn’s Supple Hands

Those supple hands
Their soft stirring
As she grasps for strands of material and meaning
Those hands that crafted such warmth and beauty
From the hardness of silver, wood and gold
That gave such pride and pleasure
To so many in our fold.
Now in hospice.
Just an episode
But one that signals entry
Into a new abode
Where she might again
Direct those hands
With energy and skill
With generosity of spirit
With love of family
To shape new objects
Of the mind and soul
For us.

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One Response to “Lynn’s Supple Hands”

quayny Says:
July 2, 2020 at 10:51 pm | Reply
Yes I noticed Moms hands today when we visited are so strong. She reached out to grasp my hand the minute I got there. The grip was firm and purposeful. And warm.

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