her hands had known and touched and felt the best and the worst that life had to offer . they'd held a newborn they'd kneaded bread they'd mended sweaters they'd caressed her man . felt a rose petal petted a cat soothed a boo boo prayed to God . her hands had seen their share of toil and despair triumph and joy sorrow and love . her hands had served God π . ~ poem "Her Hands" by Michael Traveler, author/poet πΈπΏπΈπΏπΈ" I let my worries go so I canbe here for the blessings that surround me now"~Mary Davis πΈπΏπΈπΏπΈ Photos via Pinterest