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Sep 2014
her hands
once strong
and beautiful

now frozen
into gnarled
and sculpted
tree roots

by arthritis

all bent
and knobbed
aching joints

thier skin
marred with
wrinkles
and spots

stretched
taut over
aches
sagging
inbetween

nails
kept
trim

her hands
almost
but not quite
useless

is that
how
she feels
within.
my mothers friend.....
once a fine seamstress and
winner of medals for
exquisite embroidery
now in a nursing home
unable to do the simplest
of things...
her once dextrous
and clever hands
"gnarled clubs at the end
of my arms"(her words)
betterdays
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betterdays  F/east coast australia
(F/east coast australia)   
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