With these hands

This year we lost an amazing woman, I'm so sad to say that my mother in law, Diana Jane passed away. I'm not going to write a big post as nothing I could say would do her justice, but I wanted to share two of my favourite photos. I asked Aaron if he was happy for me to share them along with the following poem that was read at her funeral. I'd never heard this poem before but Pam Ayres was a favourite of Di's and I think the words are just perfect for her. With These Hands by Pam Ayres With these hands so soft and clean, On which I stroke the Vaseline, I soothe the fever, cool the heat, Lift verrucas out of feet, Slap the plasters on the knees, Dig the garden, prune the trees, And if it doesn’t work at all, I throw the mower at the wall. With these hands I crack the eggs, Floss my teeth, shave my legs, Write the cheques, count the fivers, Make rude signs at piggish drivers, Clean the goldfish, light the fires, Pump up half a dozen tyres, Feed the hamster