My Grandmother's Hands

When I look at my grandmother's hands

I see a life of the past

I see a life of stuggling

And a life of making things right

When I look at my grandmother's hands

I notice all of her lines and wrinkles

I notice how rough they look

But I notice how soft they are 

When I look at my grandmother's hands

I can't help but look into her eyes

I can't help but to feel whats in her soul

And I can't help but to notice her

When I look at my grandmother's hands

I see what she's done in her life

I see what she does in her spare time

And I see who she is as a whole

When I look at my grandmother's hands

I see a life of the past

I see a life of struggling

And a life of making things right