Grandma's Hands

Her hands were maps of time and care

Wrinkles like rivers flowing everywhere

She held the world

She held me too

Now the sky holds her in a shade of blue

Grandma’s hands

They built my heart

Wove the seams

Stitched every part

I feel her touch in the morning light

Grandma’s hands

They still hold tight

Her voice was a whisper

Soft as spring rain

Telling me stories again and again

She taught me to stand

To laugh

To try

Now I look for her in the evening sky

I hear her hum in the breeze at night

A melody faint but oh so right

Grandma’s hands

They built my heart

Wove the seams

Stitched every part

I feel her touch in the morning light

Grandma’s hands

They still hold tight

In the creak of a rocking chair

In the scent of lavender in the air

She’s a shadow dancing in the sun

A part of me that won’t come undone