Grandfather’s Hands
by Mary Bone

Grandfather’s hands held the newborn babies,
While granny hung the clothes on the line.
He rocked the babies on the front porch
And sang them a lullaby.
They went to sleep in his arms
As he cradled them close.
He was making memories that would hold from
One generation to another.


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