Grandma's Hands

I will never forget grandma's gentle touch, and no time spent with her will I ever regret because I loved her so much and those hands would reach out for me holding me tightly to her beating heart . . . that is, until death came and she had to depart and it was I, who stroked her soft white hair weeping with tears to fill the wide blue ocean weeping 'til those hands that had grown so fragile lay still, like a twisted road map of her life . . . __________________________ August 15, 2020 Poetry/Free Verse/Grandma's Hands Copyright Protected, ID 20-1279-021-03 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France Written for the contest, STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (22) sponsor, Brian Strand First Place