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!

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This lovely image of four generations of hands,
can be found in its original large size at the site of Chris McWilliams.
Here is the link: