Marilyn Lott

Freshman - 776 Points (5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

Grandma’s Hands - Poem by Marilyn Lott

Grandma’s hands are worn and weary
Wrinkles certainly tell her age
As she sits and studies them
At this old and tired stage

From a small and toddling baby
They caught her before she fell
And she fed herself in hunger
They have served her very well

Grandma’s hands were used for others
Through so many many years
They have tended her sick family
Holding children through their fears

Combed her hair and washed her body
Worked in many tasks through the years
Held her handkerchief in sorrow
Through unhappiness and tears

She has pressed her hands together
As she’s talked to Him at night
Yes, Grandma’s hands are such a miracle
Now I squeeze and hold them tight!

Comments about Grandma’s Hands by Marilyn Lott

  • Rookie Tanna Wilson (11/5/2007 6:41:00 AM)

    That was a very good poem my grandmother just die i thought it was nice poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, June 5, 2013

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