From my Grandpa to my Grandma {Opal & Everett}  on the occasion of Easter 1996

He was 80.

The hands that paint the sunset,

Fluff the clouds and fan the breeze

Scent the rose and perfect bend the lane

To perfect fit between the trees~

 

The hands that wax the orchid leaf

And light the fire fly’s way

Design the wardrobe, write the score

Fr the birds that grace our day~

 

The hands that create beauty

Blush the cheek and sculpt the smile

Make the warm and tender love to grow

And freshen all the while~

 

The hands that sprinkle diamonds

On the grass and fashion dew

Can purely be no other

Than the hands that fashioned you.