Three Generations of Hands

Prompt: Today’s poem is about hands. Hold, grip, reach, or scratch your way into it.

Perfectly plump palms of infant hands
Softness conceals strength in inquisitive fingers
Fingernails as dainty as the tiniest seashells
Knuckles only visible by the dimples in their skin.
Gentle and firm with purpose; reassuring in their duality
Absorb tears and caress flushed cheeks
Outstretched, ready to give and embrace
Mother’s hands, familiar…comforting.
Carries experience in each ligament and muscle
Delights in the perfectly plump palms of the infant,
Her hands remember when she held the hands of her own.
Innocent, Nurturing, Nostalgic.

Three generations of hands.