By: Ardis E. Parshall - September 18, 2012 Gnarled Hands By Edith E. Anderson I looked at your hands as you peacefully layOn your beautiful bed of chiffon;And I could not but wish that my own were as fair,When my humble mission is done. Though twisted and gnarled and shriveled from pain,To me, they were beautiful still:Oh, fortunate hands, hands blessed to serveThe mandates of love’s sweet will. To be raised in defense of the righ...
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