Charmed Chaos
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These Hands
Hands freckled from brilliant sun,
a whole lifetime spent being a mom
wiping tears from dirty cheeks,
soothing bleeding scraped knees.
These hands, now wrinkled with age
still toiling in the garden
writing and composing
a rich life ’til another turn of the page
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille #84
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I love the recognition of the rich life.
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Thank you Lillian.
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Your quadrille is lovely, Linda! Freckled, wrinkled, clean or dirty, hands are practical and expressive. It’s hard when arthritis or rheumatism take the joys of gardening, playing an instrument, painting, drawing or writing away.
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Thank you Kim. Yes, I’m feeling a bit of that now but I will get through.
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Nice one, Linda. Tender and slightly melancholy without being maudlin.
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Thank you kindly Jane.
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🙂
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Knowing hands, thinking ahead to another day
Nice
Happy Monday
Much❤🕊❤love
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Thank you Gillena! Love to you as well…
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Hands in art, and doing art, have always been fascinating. My arthritis effects my typing, handwriting, and other forms of dexterity.
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Thank you Glenn. We are all growing older, and with it comes aches and pains…
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Absolutely perfect poem.
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Sadje- thank you for such a lovely comment. I truly appreciate it!
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It moved me to tears.
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I am so touched.
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❤️
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the hands are a canvas to a life well-lived. great photo to go with your “wise crone” poem.
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Thank you Jade!
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YW Linda.
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Wrinkled with age, those hands can tell a rich story of a life well lived. Good one Linda.
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Thank you Grace.
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This is great Lynda. Such wise hands.
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Thank you Toni.
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There is such a beauty in old hands that sets one to thinking of all they have done in their lifetimes. This is something I think of from time-to-time, reflecting on my own life.
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Thank you so much Victoria. I appreciate your thoughts.
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I like the ending – till the turn of the page.
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Thank you Frank.
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My grandmother’s, my mother’s, now my hands! Hands tell a story of how we’ve lived our life.
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Yes, they certainly do. Thank you Lynn.
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My pleasure to read your writing, Linda!
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I’m honored.
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That’s a wonderful perspective on freckle-ness Linda, very touching. This made for a great read.
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Thank you Rob.
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Hands have so many stories to tell, freckles and all. This is lovely, Linda.
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Thank you Mish!
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Beautiful Linda. Rich description of the love the hands have sown.
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Thank you for your kind thoughts.
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