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Those clock face braids, Twelve, three, six and nine Oh! How lovely they shine, I love and hate them at the same time The smell of the coconut oil from my hair made my eyes water, But, my scalp stay healthy and oily that's been  all that matters to me plus the warmth of her gentle hands My aching back this pounding headache Make me think of grandma’s hands, but to think of her hands, I had to think about her golden brown ***** cakes, or those hands that soothe my aches and pain, When I was a medically fragile child, She would put a soft cheesy two layer of Cheesecloth, melted onions, two banana leaves Between the cloths, she would gentle placed it   on my congested chest, and spoke to us as if Vick vapor tropical cream, was minty ice-cream Grandma’s hands, always had that added plus She named her thick brown belt “Do as I say, not as you do” Because Nana might have to disciplined  you, I held on to Grandma’s hand so tight, until I was about twelve , It was sad day for me when she passed on to another world Nana if you can hear me, I am still holding, and holding tight To those wonderful memories we once shared. Elfriede A.
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
Grandma's Hands
Those clock face braids, Twelve, three, six and nine Oh! How lovely they shine, I love and hate them at the same time The smell of the coconut oil from my hair made my eyes water, But, my scalp stay healthy and oily that's been  all that matters to me plus the warmth of her gentle hands My aching back this pounding headache Make me think of grandma’s hands, but to think of her hands, I had to think about her golden brown ***** cakes, or those hands that soothe my aches and pain, When I was a medically fragile child, She would put a soft cheesy two layer of Cheesecloth, melted onions, two banana leaves Between the cloths, she would gentle placed it   on my congested chest, and spoke to us as if Vick vapor tropical cream, was minty ice-cream Grandma’s hands, always had that added plus She named her thick brown belt “Do as I say, not as you do” Because Nana might have to disciplined  you, I held on to Grandma’s hand so tight, until I was about twelve , It was sad day for me when she passed on to another world Nana if you can hear me, I am still holding, and holding tight To those wonderful memories we once shared. Elfriede A.
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
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