As I hold my hands in hers I gain this secure feeling of love and protection.
Her hands has whip many tears from my eyes, and pointed me in the right direction.
When I'm down I still fall asleep in my grandmas lap as our hands are intwine.
She always reminds me that every thing will be just fine.
I'm a grandma's girl, hands down. She is my rock.
Since my entrance in this world she has had my heart on lock.
She always says my hands are old and wrinkle now.
But as I hold her hands I see beauty, wisdom, if she only knew I'm her biggest fan.
My grandmother is my inspiration I can only pray I make her proud by living out God's plan.
Oh how I love the touch of my grandmothers hands ...
The feel of warmth and love that can't be given like a grandmother can.
I have so much admiration for the commitment and loyalty from her wedding band.
But the most beautiful quality that I admire the most is that their praying hands.
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