My parent's hands

These are the hand of my Mum and Dad.

The hands that have loved, raised and nurtured me

Hands that cooked, cleaned, sewed and knitted.

Hands that fixed what was broken and crafted what was new.

Hands that guided and let go.

Hands of strength though no longer strong.

The hands of my parents.

Hands of warmth and love.

Mum and Dad have now gone home.

I miss them.