Memories of My Grandfather
Voices and Hands
I remember Voices and Hands
I remember a booming Voice,
tender and smooth velvet,
I remember big Hands
strong with a history of work on them
Hands that fixed B52's
and held Union signs aloft
Hands that made me breakfast,
dried my tears
I remember a Voice
that told me stories
and shouted alerts
to dangers in my wake.
Hands that held my face.
A Voice that called me "pretty girl"
Suddenly they were both still and silent
Hands patted my head.
Voices told me he was gone.
I remember Voices and Hands.