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FROM HANDS TO SOUL -by guest author CLS Sandoval, PhD




Even when I was little

I could recognize the age

in my great-grandmother’s hands

The skin was paper thin

and spotted

with large brown age spots

Her veins were almost as prominent

as her knuckles

Her mind left us years before her body

the body that served as a delicate, breakable case

for her sunshine, caring soul

Though life had worn her thin

and even taken her memories

her soul stayed strong and loving

The death of her body was a loss

and relief

a repair and release of her soul

to the heavens

Not many years later

Nana’s hands thinned with age spots

and prominent veins

her mind stayed in the present

but her body buckled and broke

until her soul, beaten and abused

was finally released to her mother

My daughter was born only a couple of years later

a happy soul, but strong and worldly

My mother’s hands are starting to age now

I wish I could provide her soul the salve of heaven

So she could stay with us so much longer




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From Hands to Soul

by CLS Sandoval, PhD


BIO- CLS Sandoval, PhD (she/her) is a pushcart nominated writer and communication professor with accolades in film, academia, and creative writing who speaks, signs, acts, publishes, sings, performs, writes, paints, teaches and rarely relaxes. She’s a flash fiction and poetry editor for Dark Onus Lit. She has presented over 50 times at communication conferences, published 15 academic articles, two academic books, three full-length literary collections, three chapbooks, as well as flash and poetry pieces in several literary journals, recently including Opiate Magazine, The Journal of Magical Wonder, and A Moon of One’s Own. She is raising her daughter and dog with her husband in Alhambra, CA.



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