maisie - Hands Down

Hands Down! 
 
'Your Grandmother sits, 
Not on her hands, but 
she says you ought too'. 
 
Her hands reflect her mood, 
Stern slick slaps of the stick 
That she walks with in happier times 
 
'They are a barometer to her inner 
self' says my mother. Her eyes 
Follow the movements like a sinner 
 
Waiting for the axe to fall; 
still await for a punishment 
sits on silent hands. Still crying hands. 
(maisie, 2003) 

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