The Last One( #21)
"Sucession"
My great grandmother's hands
are dead
just bone
and the occasional worm wriggling about,
My grandmother's hands
are like October's leaves
each finger wrinkled and unique
the ultimate textures of textures,
My mother has the hands of a baby
miniature and precise
proof that
there is a higher being,
My hands
are like starfish
tiny thick fingers that dry out
and eventually die without moisture,
Maybe my daughter's hands will be a combination of them all...
My great grandmother's hands
are dead
just bone
and the occasional worm wriggling about,
My grandmother's hands
are like October's leaves
each finger wrinkled and unique
the ultimate textures of textures,
My mother has the hands of a baby
miniature and precise
proof that
there is a higher being,
My hands
are like starfish
tiny thick fingers that dry out
and eventually die without moisture,
Maybe my daughter's hands will be a combination of them all...