Your hands are not as smooth as they once were,
But to me, they are more beautiful now.
They have carried groceries and children,
Written letters and wiped away tears.
They have planted gardens, built a life,
And cupped my face with the gentlest touch.
When you take my hand today,
I feel the strength of decades.
The promises we kept,
The storms we weathered,
The laughter we couldn’t hold in.
Your hands may tremble now and then,
But they still steady me,
Still guide me home.