My fingers are the link
A common feature that guaranteed
He was my father
And the same for him back through the ages.
Over the years it gave me comfort
Of all his children I had the most obvious link
Some people ask, “Did you break it?”
“No”, I say, “They’re both the same. It’s genetic.”
And now the babies come
With each new arrival I check the fingers
The sign always makes me smile.
It’s our connection
To our past
To the future.
I’m a sister, wife, mother, grandmother, auntie and friend. I prefer to be outside and am interested in photography, nature and different cultures. I believe everything on this earth has a right to be here but some things and some people would be happiest if their space was far away from mine. (Flies and biting bugs take note!) I don’t like housework and think dust is Nature’s way of saying, “This is my space, I was here first.”
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3 thoughts on “The Fingers”
I don’t have the same fingers or toes as my mum. When my sister was dying I was astonished when I looked at her fingers and toes to see they were like my mums. I was not aware that I even knew what my mums fingers looked like. None of my children have her fingers.
But my fingers bend back… and one of my granddaughters do the same…They are not lovely and elegant though.
I always wanted “Pianists’ Fingers” like my Nana but I suspect I have “Gardeners’ Hands” like my mum, not lovely by any means but useful!