My Grandmother's Hands

Her heart which loves me more than anything in this world,

Gives me all the warmth when my days are a little blurred.

She sees her heart beating in mine,

And her love sparkling in my shine.

Her eyes still smiles at the times of worst,

Hiding her tears which were just about to burst. 

Her delicate fingers holding my hands granting wisdom to me,

Putting me on the path of life to discover who I can be.

The reason for my happiness has always been her heartwarming smiles,

Which made me walk with shine and style upto several miles.

I live with her making memories together with the days present here,

Cause the fear of losing her and all the memories give me terrible nightmares.

As I grow, I shall always remember that you always held out my hand,

I'll remember that whenever I fell, you were always there to make me stand.

I will never forget the warmth of my grandmother's hands,

Those hands of love, warmth and gratitude gave me hope and strength.

She is and will always be my god and my first love of life. 

Her eyes showing me the right and hands holding my hands in difficult times.