I remember the way her hands...

I remember the way her hands trembled before my eyes
I remember the way her hands trembled as she picked up a mug
I remember the way her hands waved to me, the day I left
I remember the way her hands shook with excitement on the day of the dance
I remember the way her hands clapped after the performance
I remember the way her hands were, wrinkled yet beautiful
I remember the way her hands shook, as she got ready nervously for her part in the performance
I remember the way her hands were, they were dark and wrinkled and they made her look wise
I remember the way her hands looked, as she trailed them behind her in the dark clear water
I remember the way her hands looked, so soft and beautiful