hands

November 9, 2011

i look at my hands
and i see yours.

new lines on them every day
reminding me that time is passing
and our bodies begin to show
the contour lines of life.

i see your face every morning,
as the mirror’s reflection stares:

i am your daughter.

i have your eyes, your smile,
your eyebrows, your nose,
even your long toes.

then i look within…
i am so much of you.
an extension, almost continuation
of all that you are.

there was a time when i disliked
the image… there was a time
i wanted to deny the reflection.

the wonder years can lack so much wonder.

but today…

i am proud to be the daughter
of the strongest woman in the world.
proud to be an extension of a Love
that is infinite. proud to be an offspring
of a spirit that does not give up and a soul
that has never given in.

you have been through so much
and remain faithful.
you have lost everything
and remain thankful.

your words of advice
are unlike any other.

i looked at my hands
this morning… they look exactly like yours for a reason:
to remind me of my own strength.

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2 Responses to “hands”

  1. Brenda Galvin Says:

    Beautiful!

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