"Hands"
Fragile hands so frail and thin
It's hard to know where they have been
Moments so precious it's hard to believe
All that these hands have touched and seen
They wither away one day at a time
But the stories they cherish will last a lifetime
Deep within an old woman's heart
Is a story, a background, right from the start
It's not the body that these hand are on
But the soul to which these hands belong.
For soon one day these hands will fly away
But the stories, the moments are sure to stay
These stories will be passed on to a generation or two
Who's will hands also wither away soon.
But don't forget the moments we share
For its the love and memories that will always be there.
