Abigail Sagrero

Abigail

Beautiful hands

aged in the sun, in hard work.

Love so deep it only hurts

"Grandma! Grandma!" I yelled

wanting to do what you did. 

Your babies, your plants.

They give and take, give and take — 

give love, take pain.

The pain you breathed in only to give out more love.

I love your beautiful hands

You move dirt and yet your hands give the softest touch.

As darkness fell at 7pm 

You would yelled, "Eh sleepen.”

I wasn't tired, but I went to you still.

Beautitul hands, aged so well.

 Poem by: Viviana Guenzler 

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