Hands

This poem was submitted to a father/son/mother/daughter writing contest.  While it didn't win, show or place it did have a nice review or two so I thought why not put it up here?

Hands

Small and soft

Pudgy little fingers

Wrapped around a finger

Wrapped around a heart

Grimy little fingers

Longer now

Holding out a flower

A gift and a smile

Grown longer still

Nails tipped in colors

Sparkles and jewels

Soon to be a lady

Fingers strong

Flying over keys

Working hard

Every day

Growing thinner now

Skin not so plump

Scars from living

Easy to see

Age slowly showing

Veins clear now

Knuckles losing flexibility

But still strong

Time passes

Suddenly you see

Your mother's hands

Attached to you

Hands that look old

But filled with character

Reaching back to hold

The fingers of a grandchild