Gramy's Hands

Gramy’s hands

loving and warm

held the baby to her heart

as she cooed and whispered

words of love

the world began to start.

Gramy’s hands

soft and sweet

stroke the little head

as she weaves a tale of childhood

before putting him down for bed.

Gramy’s hands

skilled and sure

plant vegetables,

cut hair,

make pot roasts,

and sew

- endlessly endure.

Gramy’s hands

weaker now

folded, she would say, 

“Daddy and I have worked and saved 

so that we wouldn’t be a burden someday.”

Gramy’s hand

the one she can feel

the one we hold

across her lap

across the years

across generations of laughter and tears

-now her cross to bear…

Gramy’s hand

reaching for her Savior

as she breathes her last breath

and is ushered into a “marvelous” place

where there is no more sin or death.

Gramy’s hands

clap with joy 

as she thinks of you and me

while greeting loved ones near and dear

With eyes that now can see.

Kathleen Whitten 

 “For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life.”

(John 3:16)