Nobody not even the rain had such small hands
They were all watching the movie, but all she could see on the screen was those hands..
White, old, wrinkled, with visible blue veins...
Somethings in the world age gracefully, no matter what they go through.Those hands were one of them...
She thought of the hugs that those hands had given...
the hairs that they have stroked..
the food that they have made...
The babies that they have held
She missed holding those hands terribly
They left her life a while back...
Those small, white, wrinkled hands with visible blue veins... The ones who aged so gracefully. The hands of a lady, a real one , maybe one of the last ones....
She wanted to hold them one more time, even if in her dreams...
White, old, wrinkled, with visible blue veins...
Somethings in the world age gracefully, no matter what they go through.Those hands were one of them...
She thought of the hugs that those hands had given...
the hairs that they have stroked..
the food that they have made...
The babies that they have held
She missed holding those hands terribly
They left her life a while back...
Those small, white, wrinkled hands with visible blue veins... The ones who aged so gracefully. The hands of a lady, a real one , maybe one of the last ones....
She wanted to hold them one more time, even if in her dreams...
Labels: ordinary stories
WOW..I dont take this one as just an ordinary one though,splendid
beautiful.
reminded me of the movie "Antonia"
http://imdb.com/title/tt0112379/
the hands that age gracefully should leave gracefully.
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