“But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” 2nd Corinthians 12:8
By Sandra Rose Hughes
Your skin- thin, mottled, easy to tear, yellowing,
pains me- my father, my mother, my grandparents.
I much preferred the days when your hands were strong,
Your skin tight and firm,
Your hands protected me and held the world together.
Now it is my hands,
and those of my husband, who hold it together
For four small humans.
I look for ways to take trouble out of your liver-spotted hands,
Ways to mourn your papery skin.
I am tempted to think,
My father, my mother, my grandparents,
That if your hands are so weak,
Then perhaps so are your God’s,
And following the Way was a mistake.
But even with your weak hands,
Your soft, skeletal, dying hands,
You held on to the Way.
And the weaker you grew,
The stronger God gripped you.
When I see the bones more prominent in my own hands,
Dried out from washing children and dishes and cats,
And the liver spots just beginning on the backs,
The thought of you, my father, my mother, my grandparents,
Gives me courage.
Courage that the hands of the God
of my father, my mother, my grandparents,
Will hold the world together
For my children,
and He will not lose His grip.
Bio: Sandra is a stay-at-home-mom, a poet, and a person of faith. She and her husband of 16 years reside in the Kern River Valley with their four children on a hill with a river of rocks, an orchard, and two irate cats. She is a former high school English teacher with a BA in English from California Baptist University. Sandra has been writing poems since she was a small child and has published work in A Sharp Piece of Awesome, The Dazed Starling: Unbound, Midnight Screaming, and Concise Delight. She currently posts a poem a day on her Facebook and Instagram profiles, and is working on her first poetry collection, “Why Faeries Bite: Poems from Rockriver Hill.”
I met Sandra on LinkedIn. Seems we had a bit in common as we both love and write poetry, we share the same alma mater, she is published in the same magazine I will be published in, and we both love Jesus. I love her work. Give her some love. Check out her Instagram and Facebook pages, as well as her blog. Thanks, Sandra for letting me share your poem on my blog.