“Grandpa’s Hands” by Tim Tipton

Grandpa’s hands
were kind, old, tan from the hot sun
They told more than his face did about life
and where he had traveled in his eighty years.
His hands were masterful in finding lost gems,
making fishing lures and carving something
out of wood to last forever.
His hands always open, never closed.
I grew up wanting to have those hands
Touching earth, arranging space
I found it natural when his hand held mine.


Tim Tipton was first seduced by the craft of poetry when he read “The Panther” by Rainer Marie Rilke.  Today marks 20  years since he joined the Ventura County poetry circuit. Tim has written poetry that has been featured in ART/LIFE, Askew, The San Gabriel Quarterly, Poetic DiversityLUMMOX, as well as other journals too many too mention. Tim is a graduate of California State University of Northridge where he received a Bachelor of Science in Sociology. He also received a degree in Substance Abuse counseling.

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