Written By Rose Marie Rideout

Worn hands of yesterday,
Teaching us to survive a certain way.
Hands that once were so strong,
To our parents they once belonged.
Wrinkled and dry yet still strong,
Still filled with warmth, never gone.
Hands that once held us close,
Letting us know they loved us most,
Embracing us each and every day,
Teaching us, leading the way.
Those worn hands wiped out tears,
Held us close from all our fears.
Still today remain the same,
Given us so much, we’ve gained.
Soon forgotten the love they’ve shared,
The ways they’ve shown how they cared.
I see those worn hands of yesterday,
I feel the love now fade away,
I’ll shed tears for those hands once so strong,
Forever missing what once belonged.

  Submitted By: Rose M Rideout