Grandma’s Hands

It truly takes a village to raise a child. February is special in my heart because it’s the birthday month for my two beloved grandmothers - Feb. 5th for Grandma Curry, my dad’s mom (on the left) and Feb. 12th for Mama Ashie, my mother’s mom (right). The song “Grandma’s Hands” by Bill Wither’s beautifully sums up my life and feelings about my two angels. If you have been blessed with a loving grandmother, you can appreciate my feelings. If you aren’t familiar with the song or need a refresher, I’ve included the lyrics below. Happy Heavenly Birthday Mama Ashie and Grandma. I love you. 🎂 🙏🏾❤️ 🕊️…

“Grandma’s hands

Clapped in church on Sunday morning

Grandma’s hands

Played a tambourine so well

Grandma’s hands

Used to issue out a warning

She’d say, “Billy don’t you run so fast

Might fall on a piece of glass

Might be snakes there in that grass”

Grandma’s hands

Grandma’s hands

Soothed a local unwed mother

Grandma’s hands

Used to ache sometimes and swell

Grandma’s hands

Used to lift her face and tell her,

She’d say “Baby, Grandma understands

That you really love that man

Put yourself in Jesus hands”

Grandma’s hands

Grandma’s hands

Used to hand me piece of candy

Grandma’s hands

Picked me up each time I fell

Grandma’s hands

Boy, they really came in handy

She’d say, “Matty don’ you whip that boy

What you want to spank him for?

He didn’ drop no apple core”

But I don’t have Grandma anymore

If I get to heaven I’ll look for

Grandma’s hands”