Sunday, February 22, 2009


Mother-In-Law (95) - - - - - - - - - My Mother (80)

I sat between my mother-in-law and my mother in church this weekend, and took pictures of their hands when they weren't looking. It was probably an irreverent thing to do, but these are my favorite pictures of the eighty-some I took this weekend!


  1. Love this photo! It reminded me of a beautiful poem I read some time ago that I had to find again and post here. Lois
    My Mother's Hands
    Such beautiful, beautiful hands!
    They're neither white nor small,
    And you, I know, would scarcely think
    That they were fair at all.
    I've looked on hands whose form and hue
    A sculptor's dream might be,
    Yet are those wrinkled, aged hands
    More beautiful to me.

    Such beautiful, beautiful hands!
    Though heart were weary and sad,
    These patient hands kept toiling on
    That the children might be glad.
    I always weep, as looking back
    To childhood's distant day,
    I think how those hands rested not
    When mine were at their play.

    Such beautiful, beautiful hands!
    They're growing feeble now;
    For time and pain have left their mark
    On hands and heart and brow.
    Alas, alas! the nearing time
    And the sad, sad day to me,
    When 'neath the daisies out of sight
    These hands will folded be.

    But oh! beyond this shadow-land,
    Where all is bright and fair,
    I know full well these dear old hands
    Will palms of victory bear;
    Where crystal streams through endless years
    Flow over golden sands,
    And where the old grow young again,
    I'll clasp my mother's hands.

    Author Unknown