Saturday, May 8, 2010

Happy Mothers Day.......

Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.

Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.

Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.

Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.


Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.

Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.

Her hands helped show the stars in place, and encourage me to reach.

Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captures them at length.


Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harms way.

Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.

Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.

Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be.


Her hands are now twisting with age and years of hard work.

Her hands now need my gently hand to rub away the hurt.

Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.

Her hands are the reason, I am me.


My Mother, My Daughter, and Me

6 comments:

Annesphamily said...

I saw your comment over at Sandi's Chatty Crone. I had to stop by. This is a beautiful post and lovely picture. I am always so grateful to know and meet such caring, kind folks. Please stop by and join me soon. Happy Mother's Day to you and I love this blog and your title. It fits your name properly! Hugs to you Anne

Linda said...

Beautiful words and beautiful photo. Hands do tell such a wonderful story!

Chatty Crone said...

. . .and a Happy Mother's Day to you too. ♥sandie

LindainNCtoo said...

I like this photo.....might have to think about this photo to do when my 2 sisters and I are together.

kiacurci said...

I LOVED THE POEM ABOUT HER HANDS. THOUGHT IT WAS QUITE MOVING AND BEAUTIFUL AND SO POWERFUL! READING IT BROUGHT TEARS TO MY EYES. THANK YOU.

kiacurci said...

simply beautiful