Mama’s hands were a picture of
gentleness, hard work, and integrity.
A picture of generations —
from childhood to mother,
to grandmother and great-grandmother.
Life continues – we grow and mature
and grow old and older still.
Her hands were gentle and firm,
Strong and kind – as a child,
as a mother and a grandmother.
Daughter, sister, cousin, aunt, mother,
grandmother and great-grandmother
I see the picture and I remember
how she worked with those hands —
why they are weary and worn
and I am grateful.
I see the beauty of her hands
and I remember there was no shame
in belonging to the woman
with these weathered hands.
My mama’s hands were beautiful
and I remember her today
with admiration, appreciation, and with love.
This photo was taken the summer of 2009, six months before our mama went to Heaven. It was our last family reunion with her, and we knew it would be. The hands belong to my mama, my sister Loretta, her daughter Rachel and Rachel’s daughter Rebecca.