Grandma’s Hands – Bill Withers

My mother and my grandmother had a tough relationship. But there was love. My Nanna had a tough life, filled with heartache, with hardship and it’s only when I look at her life as a woman that I can try to understand her. In my youth, she showed me much love. She was the matriarch of a large family. Within large families, like my mothers, each child holds their own story of their parent, some align with other siblings and some stories are theirs alone. One day maybe I’ll get to hear each all of the sibling’s stories.

 

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