My Mother's Hands

Happy Mother's Day

My mother’s hands were gentle

when our lives were new

they stayed firm and strong

as our need for guidance grew

 

My mother’s hands, creative

her yarn flew fast and sure;

they grasp her daily Rosary,

her faith staunch and secure

 

My mother’s hands, my shield

of unwavering protection

through them I have known

complete and true affection.

Author's Note

So blessed to still have my mother!

Reviews

[quinfinn]

yes, indeed you are blessed. not a day goes by i don't have something remind me of my beloved mother. sometimes i almost expect her to walk into my room and ask if i want any leftovers or to sit and watch her favorite tv show with her. i miss her terribly. this write made me tear up, actually. very well placed and gently worded sentiments.

[Rita L. Sev]

I hold onto my mother all the more because I miss my father so. Thank you so much!

[Marie]

This poem is beautifully sritten and beautifully rhymed. I'm glad you still have your mother.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Marie! Yes, I am so happy to have her still; she is a wonderful person!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i relate...still have mine and she is 91....

we have to be appreciative of what they sacrifice for us.

really nice poem...heartwarming tribute..

she has to love this.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Jacob. I posted this late today so I could surprise her with it (she reads what I post) :) Yes, Moms are amazing - bless yours at 91!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Oh so lovely... there is nothing like the love of a Mother, it is almost Godly.

[Rita L. Sev]

I agree! Thanks, Dale!

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

You are welcome.