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Grandma’s Hands

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

 

Grandma’s hands
Clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma’s hands
Played a tambourine so well
Grandma’s hands
Used to issue out a warning
She’d say, “Billy don’t you run so fast
Might fall on a piece of glass
“Might be snakes there in that grass”
Grandma’s hands

Grandma’s hands
Soothed a local unwed mother
Grandma’s hands
Used to ache sometimes and swell
Grandma’s hands
Used to lift her face and tell her,
“Baby, Grandma understands
That you really love that man
Put yourself in Jesus hands”
Grandma’s hands

Grandma’s hands
Used to hand me piece of candy
Grandma’s hands
Picked me up each time I fell
Grandma’s hands
Boy, they really came in handy
She’d say, “Matty don’ you whip that boy
What you want to spank him for?
He didn’t drop no apple core”
But I don’t have Grandma anymore

If I get to Heaven I’ll look for
Grandma’s hands

2 comments on “Grandma’s Hands

  1. Wednesday 21st December 2011 at 6:41 pm

    Thank you, Sweetpea.

  2. sweetpea

    Wednesday 21st December 2011 at 6:04 pm

    See these hands

    See these hands folded now,
    Hands that wrought for so many,
    Tended and tidied a family,
    Soothed them and calmed them,
    Fed, clothed and reared them
    Almost on nothing.

    See these hands resting,
    That in the old hard days
    Picked blackberries for pennies
    And gathered dry sticks in bundles,
    In dim March days I scarcely remember
    When beech woods were a mystery
    And fox cubs played among daffodils.

    See these hands resting,
    That raked hay in the fields
    Of a summer coloured with butterflies,
    That brought tea and sandwiches
    To tired men at harvest,
    And scattered wheat and Argentinian maize
    To hungry hens.

    See these diligent hands, hands never still,
    Hands they have folded now,
    Hands that are resting,
    That will never be active again,
    Long though I kneel for their blessing.

    (Frank Mansell)

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