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aging, blogging U, DP, DP Challenge, family, Grandparent, loss, poetry, writing
So still. Resting gently on the starched, white bed sheets. Her hands, almost blue, the skin paper thin and translucent, barely stretched across bone and ligament. Her hands, finger tips once nicked by sewing needles deftly weaving stitches in colourful patchwork wonders to swathe a newborn or shroud an invalid. Her hands, once calloused, fingernails caked with mud, tending vegetables in a patchwork of soil, or coated with sugar and flour and butter, a patchwork of dishes served to family and neighbours. Her hands, red and chapped from washing soiled bedding and soothing fevered brows, gently caring for aging relatives and growing children. Her hands, scarred but strong, competently filling heavy responsibilities on a farm, in a home. Her hands, young and supple, stroking the hands of her beautiful babies, marvelling at their size, reaching to caress the hand of the man she loves. Her hands, small and smooth reaching to move the checker across the game board, reaching for her doll in the night. Her hands, so small, fingernails like little pearls, resting gently on the starched, white bed sheets. So still.
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The assignment today was to write a poem about fingers in a prose format.
jennsmidlifecrisis 
A touching one!
This is so beautiful and full of love that it made me cry. Don’t apologise, but be proud of this poignant tribute to your beloved Nana. Maybe your grief has clouded your judgement, so that you can’t tell that IT IS A GREAT POEM!
Thank you so much for sharing.
oh my this is really really beautiful, you should be utterly proud of yourself for writing this and I know your Nana must be looking down proudly too x
Thank you so much!
a pleasure x
Your Nana’s beautiful expression of life, through her hands, will last forever in your poem.
Your Nana’s beautiful expression of life, through her hands, will live forever in your poem.
Thank you so much. I appreciate your thoughtfulness. 🙂
I have learned from my writer friends on our recent retreat that this tribute would be called a “shimmering moment (or image). Lovely tribute! You are so versatile, Jenn.
Breathtakingly beautiful, Jenn.
Thank you! 😉