Friday, 5 February 2010

Helping Hand

Yesterday I had to take my Mum to visit a consultant at the local hospital, a follow up to her recent stay in respite care after her fall. We sat in the waiting room and I watched my Mum as she watched the hospital world passing to and fro.......and I noticed her hands.

Hands I have known all my life, the ones that held me safely as a baby, the hands I clung to on my first day at school, the ones that cupped my face on my wedding day, fingers that my own babies clutched in their new born fists.........beautiful hands now etched with her years...

1 comment:

  1. The hands tell so much. I'm sure my mothers were hairy with talons. Beautiful picture
    ps one of your fish fell out onto my desk. Got it in a bottle but not sure how to return it