Bony, wrinkled,
Weathered hands
Sowed the seeds
And toiled the sands
Through woes and pain
They left a stain
Crinkled folds
And popping veins
Rocked the cradle,
Clasped, and clothed
Like kneading dough
She moulds their beings
Washed and fed
The ones she reared
The world for comfort
She had geared
DU LIEST GERADE
The Feel Of Poetry #Wattys2017
Poesie#28 in poetry. I love reading poetry just as I enjoy writing poems. It was always my desire to write poetry but just didn't get down to it. Now that I have a bit of time on hand I have decided to compile a book of all my poems. HOPE YOU ENJOY !!!
