my grandma hands tell a story, families love to hear <br />tall tales of a family, love, and through the years how to keep both near <br />a novel filled with many chapters starting at a young age <br />her hands are now a sequence of books as she approach her finale stage <br />she looks at her hands and smile at all the wrinkles that now appear <br />each line and crease sing a song of a story told in a different year <br />hands that have been through everything from good to bad <br />so many tears these hands have wipe off of little faces that were sad <br />grandma hands tell a story with each passing day and night <br />the tall tale of a strong family holding hand n hand with each grip tight <br />my grandma hands tell something special in all the wisdom they behold <br />to someone else all they see is wrinkles, they know nothing more than shes old <br />ive learned from grandmas hands that wisdom defines age <br />now as i get older they teach me in my growing stage <br />with each growing line they tell a different story with each passing year <br />wisdom in her soul, she has taught me the true meaning of family, love, and what it takes to keep both near <br />her hands are now wisdom at its finest stage <br />she looks down and smile, able to see more than just her age <br />she see's a set of hands that have kept a family close and tight <br />together she puts them, smiles to herself and thanks God for each passing day and night <br /> <br /> <br />IVE LEARNED SO MUCH JUST BY WATCHING MY SURROUNDINGS BUT MY WISDOM IS TAUGHT BY A LIITLE LADY WHO IS FILLED WITH SO MUCH LOVE FOR LIFE AND HER FAMILY.. WANDA<br /><br />wanda askew scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-grandma-hands/
