Challenge
Challenge of the Month XXXVII
Give us one page of a book, story, or poem of yours. If it's a poem, it can be up to two pages. We don't care if it's already something you posted. For the big, fat $100, put up your picked page or poem. Winner will be chosen by Prose.
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Grandma’s Hands
Legacy is a word the great and powerful guard jealously.
They hold it fast around them
like a blanket,
tight against the cold.
Fragile hands
clawing desperately to build
something from dead stone and blood soaked earth
that will last
longer than them.
But you?
Legacy is a word you give freely, hands open, expecting nothing in return.
Yours is a love that quietly thunders
echoing down through the generations.
What do you leave behind? To what shall I compare it?
A small seed planted
that grows into a great tree
a home for the birds;
a place to sing
and to rest.