These hands that have stretched throughout the years
Have witnessed laughter, joy and brought me to tears.
Memories of Grandmother's hands at the garden gate.
By oil lamp she hand sewed a dress for my first date.
From my Grandmother I learned so very much,
She wasn't afraid to show me love by her touch
I remember how she brushed and stroked my hair.
The softness of her voice to let me know she was there.
I have prayed that I have followed her exquisite example.
That the love I have passed on to my children has been ample.
Now I have grandchildren of my own by God's design.
Many years have flown by with the passage of time.
Now three generations have become complete.
We have survived despite attempts to defeat.
Wars and disasters have been kept from our door,
Disease has been conquered and haunts us no more.
We are God's children under His protection.
He loves us fully without any signs of rejection.
After all we are made in his glorious likeness.
Perhaps his hand what feel as a tender caress.
©Carol G Oliver
July 24, 2010
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