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Withered Hands I Have Held



Withered hands I have held as they belonged to someone so very dear.
I held them as time went on for a good while and never thought anything negative.
But love was the main thought to say the least.
The withered hands belonged to my sainted mother.
In her youth, she had strong hands and welded a strong punch or stroke across me.
I needed the chastisement; so lovingly Mom gave it to me.
There was love that was given and I am a better man today  because of her chastening.
I believe the day before Mom passed away I held her right hand and asked her if by squeezing mine if she knew who it was that was there.
Mom's withered hand squeezed mine.
After the next day she was gone  but I will always remember those withered hands that loved me.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2014)







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