Martha-BMW-
As I listened to her story,
I gazed at her knuckles,
Frozen in a twisted painful grip.
Arthritis and age had taken control,
But in times before that, busy!
Washing cloths till bleached raw knuckles hurt.
Oh yes, yes back in the day…
That is what she would say.
“I painted scenes of deer and duck,
Scrubbed many a floors spic-n-span of muck.
Held many babies and none of them were mine,
Couldn’t have one for myself but that is fine.
Good old fashion hard work and creativity
That’s what my knuckles and hands did for me.”
We sipped on sweet tea with straws,
As she talked about her knuckles and “claws”.
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