We’d started talking about hands.
Anna told you that you have
saying that they were too
old, wrinkly and twisted
to be beautiful.
Anna insisted you, and your hands,
Uncle John saw the problem:
You didn’t see your worth.
So he suggested we go in
a circle and say
what we love about you.
Anna said she loves your stories.
I said I love your soft, lovable,
Mom said she loves your strength,