I See Her Hands--By Indunil Madhusankha--Sri Lanka

I See Her Hands

I see her hands

when she dearly holds

mine with hers

She has cold, but lingering hands

So, I can still feel the very warmth

The skin shrivelled and

clustered with lifeless wrinkles

They have a pinkish hue

and a scatter of dark red spots

Her aged hands are the portrait

of a great life story

daubed with enormous sweat and tears

The reflection of a triumphant odyssey

full of love, courage and perseverance

and also a strength,

a staggering strength,

so lavish to enliven generations

Indunil Madhusankha is a budding young poet from Sri Lanka and is currently reading for a BSc Special Degree in Mathematics in the Faculty of Science of the University of Colombo.