Of Age

The most delicate hand, could be the kindest you've ever held and without reserve could also be the most unappreciated.
I've always been drawn to them and when I was young I remember the thin wrinkled skin of my dad's hands.

Then, I was so afraid of the day when he would be gone.
Now I look at my own and they are his, a generation away.
If you were very old and I saw you sitting at the window (an empty stare, as you counted chipmunks, birds or cars) it would be filled with much more than expression would belie