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GRANDFATHER'S HANDS, a poem by Yolanda Imara Repollet, USA
Grandparents, Grandmother, Grandfather Poems & Inspirational Poems, Motivational Poetry
Yolanda Imara Repollet, USA
GRANDFATHER'S HANDS
As soft as the wind rustling my hair,Were both your hands, grandfather, fair.Old as they are, they kept their touch.They are the hands I loved so much.The hands that held me at my birth,Those same wise hands tended the earth. And while I slept on frightful nights,Your grip gave me the will to fight.Your gentle hands, they warm my bloodWith loyalty the way no other could.And as I mourned your sudden death,It was your hands that held my head.It was your hands that wiped my tearsThrough all those mournful, lonely years.It is your hands that give me life,The will to end the pain and strife.Of all the memories I can recall,Your hands is the most precious of all.
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