You ARE an Artist!
She brought it on a Sunday filled with homemade mashed potatoes. I admired the yellow bowl. So she gave it to me. Nana gave me my grandmother’s bowl. A yellow Pyrex bowl she’d found in the old shed on the farm. My grandfather had likely taken it out there to hold something. Probably something he shouldn’t have like dirt – red Georgia clay. He was
Rest… Writing practice… Learning… Play… Helping hands… Caring… Gentleness… and generations of hands… Great-grandmother’s hands of love holding generations… What do your hands say? Counting the gifts of all we can do with our hands… hugs, pats artwork and pictures made by little hands at church handmade Valentines showing lots of love love notes written by six-year-old hand a weekend of staying warm by the
