Her Hands

My hands look like my Mother’s

They look most like her hands when my nails are dirty

She works passionately in her gardens

She remembers to make time for prayer, laughter, and adventure

Fine lines tell the stories of years of washing dishes after family meals, bathing children and now grandchildren, and wiping tears – hers and ours

My dirty nails remind me how hard she worked for us all

I hope my children remember my hands – dirty nails and all


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