THE HANDS HAVE TURNED

Memories of Mom's warm hands
Always surrounded her own.

She remembers her hands...

Reaching out, palms up,

Short, fat fingers, wanting to...

Protect her in childhood,

Rush her through adolescence,

Guide her to be the adult
Only she could see.

Old age has overtaken her...

She now reaches out, palms down,

Short, wrinkled fingers needing her to...

Keep her clean,

Lead her to the next meal,

Help her in the bathroom,

The hands have turned.