Poem: Hands

I wrote this poem for Alice Wisler’s online writing workshop, “Writing the Heartache”. We were to take something that was our child’s and write a poem about it. I chose a hand print of my precious daughter, Nina’. She was two years old. Nina died at the hands of a drunk driver when she was 15 1/2 years old. Hands Little handprints in a frame, Flashback of memories days long gone, yet still so fresh in my mind as if only yesterday. Tiny hand of my baby girl, Fingers curled around my own, Only a reflex to some, But not in […]