Happy Mother's day

To mother's hands all over the world....

This is Ottie DeCoursey....my grandma.

Poem written out down below so that it can be read.....

Worn Old Hands

I have no fortune to bestow,

Nor mighty realm to boast.

No high position do I know,

No grand success to toast.

I'd like to share my wealth with you,

For such indeed is mine.

Still all I have to offer are

These worn old hands of mine.

They're tattered now and worn with wear.

They're calloused cracked and blue.
They've never had the kind of care

that might appeal to you.

They've grown that way from doing jobs

That others left alone.

I offer still these worn old hands,

The only ones I own.

P. E. G.