Hands.....

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.......

Hands

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.