Worn Hands Of Yesterday (poem) by Rose M Rideout on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on May 20, 2009

I can really feel this one, Rose, as I just visited my dad today at the nursing home and was looking at his hands thinking how strong they once were, how useful, how caring ... and now they are so fragile, almost small and frightened. Very emotive piece, well done Rose! Hugs, Elizabeth

Reviewed by Elizabeth Price

Reviewed on January 22, 2009

Sad, so sad. Liz

Reviewed by Selena Dobbin-Gillis

Reviewed on January 21, 2009

yes the worn hands of yesterday, hands that gave love so tenderly. The gentle touch of a parents love, something to be cherished forever.

love you sis,

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on January 19, 2009

Life is such a brute...
BUT...Love ever present inside your heart definetly makes this world a better place Rose, and all those folks you visit have a brighter day too!
It means the world to them, it really does...
Embraced With Love
Vickie

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on January 19, 2009

Then again, the image of the hands of my grandmother is imprinted in my memory, the caresses, the warmth, the kind-hearted feeling given.
Thanks, not all memories are bad.

Georg

Reviewed by Emile Tubiana

Reviewed on January 18, 2009

Dear Rose, your poem is real and strong. You revived in me all those hands I once held in my hands. They are full of love and tenderness. You gave a great expression, not only about those hands of those grandmas and grandpas. You are talented, keep going, as those hands will once be yours and mine. Thank you for sharing, Love Emile

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on January 18, 2009

This is truly a poem that makes one think...I was just thinking of the trail that those hands have traveled and how many live's they must of touched along the way...sweet poem.
Love,Christine

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on January 18, 2009

I so wish my own mother had of lived long enough to have aged hands, her hands were rough from doing laundry on a scrub board, splitting wood to get a wood stove running, scrubbing floors with a wooden scrub brush and other tasks that kept a family of 11 surviving. Yet to have those rough hands in mine today I would give anything.
hugs
fee

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on January 18, 2009

But those worn hands are love, as they are in these powerfully moving lines - well done, Rose.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by John Coppolella

Reviewed on January 18, 2009

I never realized how warm those hands were, till they went cold and went away! Good one, Rose. Sentimental and touching poetry. Just your style.

Rockie Coppolella

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on January 18, 2009

This brings tears to me Rose. Remembering my parents and my grand parents too. Nice write my friend. Thank you and God bless.

Reviewed by Linda Law

Reviewed on January 18, 2009

The beauty in this is the reality that your words express... lovingly penned... hugs, lindalaw

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce

Reviewed on January 18, 2009

Worn hands and wrinkled; yet lovingly representing the richness of one's life!!!

Wonderful write, Rose!!!

Sandie Angel :o)

Reviewed by Jack Kuperman

Reviewed on January 18, 2009

Those gentle hands that put me always in the right direction.

Reviewed by Dawn Anderson

Reviewed on January 18, 2009

Such a beautiful tribute, Rose.

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on January 18, 2009

Beautiful write; well done, Rose! BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. ;D

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on January 18, 2009

Wonderful tribute to all the elderly who once took care of us. God bless them all.

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on January 18, 2009

There truly is much stength and love to be found in many a pair of worn old hands.