Better late than never...

Ok, so I wrote a Mother poem... I'm not too sure how I feel about it, but if you guys see this...tell me what you think :-)  

Hands

Those hands

an externalization of ourselves

worn...

aged...

softened solid marble

the secret lines worn

worked deep

bearing 

a lifetime

and smiling 

sweetly 

reflecting my secret 

hiding places 

for memories

placed 

deep

dancing

past

Drawing joy

sharing pain

Hands touch

the lines meet 

with laughter shared

secret pains made right

and life...

life briefly is 

simple.