Grandma's Hands

She'd hum a tune in the morning light. Her hands were

strong but held me tight. Taught me love was the only fight worth winning.

She'd say, child, don't fear the storm ahead. Hold your ground,

don't bow your head. Her words were se in the soil

of my beginning. Grandma's hands, they shaped my soul,

Guided me through the highs and low I still echo soft and true

every step I take. It's her eyes too. The desert sun

burned my skin and pride, I saw the world through a soldier's eyes