Audrey Lauer

You would always say how old your hands looked & I would always tell you how beautiful they were. They were the hands that rocked your children, cooked for your family, scratched your grandchildren's backs & proudly wore your wedding rings. The last thing I did with you was hold your hands & rub them on my cheeks. I memorized every line & vein. Every age spot was an achievement & every wrinkle was a story. How blessed am I to have been loved by you? I miss you so much but I'm glad you are...