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Grandma's Hands This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This work has won the Teen Ink contest in its category.

By Sarah B., Brooklyn, NY

Looking back at photographs
Taken many years ago,
Back before the snow-white hair
And laugh lines started to show,
There's her image
Smiling ... captured
In each album on the shelf
The photos faded,
Corners worn
By curious grandchildren
Like myself.
Strange to think she was once a child
How small those hands could be ...
That once caught bugs
And held broken crayons
Drawing pictures ... just like me.
Sticky with juice and peanut butter,
Smeared with blots of ink,
Tiny and pudgy with childhood ...
And those fingernails were pink.
Strange to think she was once a teen
How delicate those hands could be ...
That once scribbled essays
Or notes during class
Chatting tirelessly ... just like me.
Carrying books or greeting her friends
With a good-natured wave and a wink,
Youthful and wispy and timeless .

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3 comment(s)
String hearts and strong minds congregate for literary finds. You smile so wistfully as tears wash away what once was a reason you felt you should stay. And yet you stand. Congratulations of being strong and being able to share it with the world.
Mar. 07, 2018 at 5:40 PM • Report
i love this so much!
Jan. 17, 2018 at 2:56 AM • Report
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