Looking down at my own hands,
I see instead my mother’s;
wrinkled and careworn,
freckled with age and sun,
blue veins etched against scrawny tendons.
Life’s roadmap carved beneath the skin.
Ah, little Mother, how unexpectedly sweet
to bear so potent a reminder
of you!
This lovely image of four generations of hands,
can be found in its original large size at the
WordPress.com site of Chris McWilliams.
WordPress.com site of Chris McWilliams.
Here is the link:
http://chrismcwilliamsphotography.wordpress.com/2008/11/23/four-generations-of-women/