My Hands
Well tomarrow is our auction. After 12 years on our own, we have decided to sell the cows. It has not been all bad, I guess I have learned alot. Yesterday an old farmer stopped by to look at one of our tractors. "Missy, your hands show alot of work, looks like you have put your heart and soul into this place".
These are the hands that signed the papers for loans to purchase cattle, machinery, seed, fertilizer. These are the hands that have signed 7 birth certificates. These are the hands that have signed one marriage license and one divorce decree.
These hands have milked hundreds of cows, washed hundreds of dishes and wiped hundreds of tears away from crying children.
These are the hands that have worked very hard.
These hands are the hands that had to sign the papers to have one of her best friends taken off life support.
These hands have been through some tough times and some good times.
Two weeks ago these hands signed the auction agreement with an auctioneer to sell the cows.
I am sitting here watching the sale tents go up, the auction will be tomarrow. These hands will milk the cows tonight for the last time.
Talk later,
Annie
Monday, August 30, 2010
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Sometimes when i get drunk i like to read peoples palms.. they think i'm physic or somethin'. But really..i got 'em fooled, i really just listen to their hands..as they say alot about a person. Sounds like your hands would probably have alot to say about you,...... my hands do!
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