For Day #7 of Writing 201, we are to write a prose poem, around the theme of ‘fingers’, using the device of assonance.
I Have My Mum’s Hands
I have my Mum’s hands.
Well, as it stands, my Mum’s hands are
No, my hands are hers, as they were
Twenty years ago.
When I look at her hands I see the
Future in store for me.
Not in her palms, but her fingers
My eyes linger on the backs of her hands
Seeing scars from hours of work for this girl
And many others.
My mother’s hands have worked hard
In the yard, the kitchen, the office.
Keeping bees, on her knees, weeding gardens.
I love my Mum’s hands.
They’re my future
Hands. A future of hard work
And giving love. A future I’d do well to
With both hands.