Granny's Tales

On this journey down memory lane,

I think of Grandma's hands.

The same hands used to console,

now wrinkled from working in soil.

Doing the cooking and cleaning,

even taking care of the needy.

Washing clothes on the wash board,

Peeling peas, and shucking corn.

Walking a dirt road to school.

Trying to obey Jim Crow's rules.

Sometimes missing days, when the harvest came in .

These are some of her memories from way back when.

The hands on Sunday that were lifted to God giving Him praise,

as the deacon kneeled down and faithfully prayed.

yes times have changed

Thank God for Grandma's hands.