Hands

Daisy Peasblossom on Mar 22, 2009

Tags: ancestors, appearance of hands, connections, Inheritance, remembering

Hands are something that has been on my mind this weekend, as I visited with my children.

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I remember:

I cleaned and lotioned

My grandmother’s hands

When she was bedridden

After her stroke.

And realized,

Now that her work

Was laid aside

And the heavy bands of muscle

Wasted from the bone

That her hands

Looked like my mother’s

The almond shaped nails

The tiny crook at the end

Of the little finger.

I remember

My mother’s hands

As she deftly styled her hair

Or competently typed

At her old typewriter.

I watch my daughter’s

Small, strong hands

Deftly attaching pretty nails

To her daugther’s

Tiny fingers.

I compare hands

With my son

And with his daughter,

And there it is again

That strong code

Writ in DNA

These are blood of my blood

Bone of my bone,

My descendents.

Here are the nails

Almond shaped and rounded

The slim, deft fingers

And the odd crook

In the last digit

Of the pinkie.

Here is the marker:

These are mine.

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Colleen Ranney on Mar 22, 2009
Amazing we humans are aren’t we and even more amazing how we share with our family in these ways. I noticed my hands have aged lol.Great poem
PR Mace on Mar 22, 2009
Filled with emotion. Well written. My hands look like my mother’s did. My daughter does not have my hands but my 2 year old granddaughter does.
Kim Buck on Mar 22, 2009
I have my father’s hands.
Carolyn Cordon on Mar 22, 2009
Totally beautiful. It makes it easy to believe in evolution when you look at the evidence within your own family. Hands, faces, skills.

Your poem is lovely.
Ruby Hawk on Mar 22, 2009
Isn’t it wonderful to see the similarities in our families? I look at my sister’s eyes and I see my mother’s. and I have my mother’s hands.
amilia snow on Mar 22, 2009
It\’s beautiful. Not only we inherit physical traits, but we also inherit some of their characteristics. Even though they might have pass on, they will always be alive in us.
Eunice Tan on Mar 22, 2009
So touching
R.B. Parsley on Mar 22, 2009
Daisy,
Its absolutely amazing how family members resemble each other. I really like your poem. Great job. I had a cousin that could have passed for my twin brother. But he was killed in a car wreck in 1991, shortly after my wife and I were married.

Keep up the great work Daisy

Randy
Joie Schmidt on Mar 23, 2009
Interesting, thoughtful piece*

Blessings.

Sincerely,

-Liane Schmidt.
Yovita Siswati on Mar 23, 2009
Interesting! It is amazing, how family member sharing the same traits and characteristic.
Nicholas Kenney on Mar 23, 2009
DNA is amazing stuff. Nicely done Daisy…
Joe Dorish on Mar 23, 2009
Nice and very true. Most families all have many of the same characteristics.
kate smedley on Mar 23, 2009
Lovely poem, nice perspective on hands!
Annie Hintsala on Mar 23, 2009
LOVE this one! I feel the same way when I look at my son, or pictures of my grandmother and see peices of myself there. Good job.
rutherfranc on Mar 23, 2009
what an observation.. very keen of you to come up with a wonderful piece by just looking at hands
writingares on Mar 24, 2009
Wow. Hmm interesting poem, too me it sounded like despriction about hands though, Great Work. Keep it up.
QuinMonty86 on Mar 26, 2009
I really liked this piece, Daisy. You can tell so much by a person’s hands. I have drawings of my boys hands on my wall made when they were 3 and 5. They are 27 and 29 now. Such small hands then, and now grown men. Makes me get all teary eyed when I look at them.
I have my mom’s hands.
S A JOHNSON on Apr 1, 2009
This was very lovely to read. I don’t have either my mom’s small hands or my dad’s medium hands. My hands I think are medium but my fingers are longer than both of theirs.

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