My Mother’s Hands

My mother’s hands
Are papery thin
How glorious and beautiful
Her veins running through them
like the Nile river
She tries to hide them
Saying they reveal too much
Yet the only thing I see
Are years of tireless nights in every crack
And selfless servitude in every fold
The next time I hold them
I’ll make sure she knows

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