Grandpa's Hands

~~~ My memory of grandpa Was that his hands were red Showing me some pictures A kid's book before bed. The bones were raw and gnarled The sinews looked all sore The skin was thickly callused Spotted, lined and scored. They showed wear and tear They echoed his toil Grandpa was a farmer A tiller of the soil. Grandpa couldn't read But we could laugh and look His hands delicately turning The pages of a book. SoulSurvivor (C) 5/12/2015

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