Cristy wrote this beautiful poem on 01/14/02. She kindly sent it to me so it could be shared with the readers on this site. - poetheart 02/27/02
I think I have
My mother's hands.
And her mother's, too.
Long fingers.
Tan, and capable
Of so many things.
To comfort a baby,
To heal and treat a wound,
To touch and love another's face.
Good hands.
My grandmother's hands.
Strong, and soft.
Like my mother's.
Their span matches my own.
by Cristy Ramirez