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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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5 comment(s)
I think about things of this nature tirelessly.
Mar. 30, 2016 at 10:31 PM • Report
I love this. Beautifully written! It is amazing! :) Please take and rate my poetry,I will appreciate it.
Apr. 03, 2015 at 3:07 AM • Report
So good to read a poem from 10 years ago, specially since these thoughts are shared. Such beautiful simplicity, congratulations!
Nov. 09, 2014 at 7:55 AM • Report
This blew me away you are so talented. Please check out my stuff. Keep writting youre amazing!
Feb. 15, 2013 at 5:02 PM • Report
Wow, Sarah...the rhyme scheme, the word choice, the repitition, the imagery, the progression, the vividness, the love, the finesse, the sheer truth of it -- the talent...for all these and the beauty woven between the words, I admire, praise, and thank you.
Dec. 15, 2012 at 8:14 PM • Report