Wednesday, July 18, 2012


There is a sense of fulfillment when you take a photo that needs no words to express the emotion that was intended.  It's even more amazing to see someone else view your photo and put into words exactly what you wanting to convey.......


One frail hand, wrinkled and worn,
grasping the tiny fingers of her
first great-great grandchild.

Hands, shriveled and spotted,
caressing the small, soft hands of this child
soothing away the cares of the day.

Fingers, ancient and arthritic,
curling around the chubby fingers of the babe
she would never see grow into a woman.

Hands, veined and vulnerable,
imparting with aged eloquence a touch, a memory
of two lives entwined for a moment.

-Janet Cumbee

Photo taken by me, two years ago. (Julia-3 months old, Rubye-102 years old)
Poem written by my sweet mother, two weeks ago.


  1. My got me crying over here!! That picture is absolutely stunning. I am a visual person, so it really touched me. Then the eloquent poem to go along with it...just amazing! You and your mom are very talented ladies!

  2. Well that just made the tears start flowing. I miss her so much. The poem and the picture are just lovely. Heidi

  3. Love...Love....Love!!!!!!