The Snakes That Live In Our Hands
When did my hands become my mother’s?
I took the time to really notice them, finishing typing the last words of a text to my daughter’s babysitter to let her know I would be a little late due to a train delay. Smooth and yet slightly leathered from years of harsh Chicago winters and humid summers. Knuckles crosshatched and indented. Small wrinkles appear here and there, wrapping around my pudgy fingers.
I took the time to really notice them, finishing typing the last words of a text to my daughter’s babysitter to let her know I would be a little late due to a train delay. Smooth and yet slightly leathered from years of harsh Chicago winters and humid summers. Knuckles crosshatched and indented. Small wrinkles appear here and there, wrapping around my pudgy fingers.