My Mother's Hands
Maybe it's the way that blue vein crosses the tendon on the back of my left.
Or is it the texture of my skin?
Those are my hands, well until today
I'm taken back to the piano bench,
hand cream smells make my nose wrinkle
She's playing "The Entertainer", her favorite
I sit and watch her hands dance across the ebony and ivory keys
little finger people, communicating their love of movement
the king is crowned with a diamond solitare.
She doesn't wear it all the time, her hands swell up somedays
Maybe it's because my hands are puffy today, damn PMS.
Or is it the way I'm peeling the apple?
"Keep the peel in one piece, as thin as you can, spiral down from the stem"
I can do it!!
Of course I can,
I'm 26 and have my mother's hands.
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