My hands.........

These are my hands. They're good hands. They are my mother's hands and her mother's hands, and my grandmother's mother's hands - passed down to me from generations of women who used their hands to take care of the sick, the sad, the lonely, the child, the mother.

These hands are my hands. They have delivered over 1200 babies. They have played all the songs that I have in my heart. They have played music that has sustained me through all the difficult times.

They have fed my family and soothed my children and expressed my love to other people.

These are my hands. They're good hands.

Peace and harmony to each of you.