Keep Your Hands Moving

Calling All Poets

Would you like to share your poetry with The Miner Newspapers? Email typed poems to [email protected] no later than 5 p.m. on Fridays for possible inclusion in the following week’s newspaper.

Just trying to write with trembling arthritic hands, weak, I can hardly add any lines to birthday cards anymore scribbled and barely readable.

I was told to keep writing anyway. My capacity to just open a can of soup is gone.

My senior son doesn’t want me to try and cook anymore because I drop a can of soup with messes to clean up.

Feeling so helpless. However, I keep trying to move and exercise my hands. No more fire on the stove. Microwave if possible.

Patiently trying to hang in there keep lifting and going with the walker to keep from losing balance. Life now using stiff hands, I cannot hold wiggly Great Grandkids.

- Heidi Robinson