Mother

Posted: January 14, 2015 by aenbell in AllisonB

Her hands held me gently from
The day I took my first breath
Her hands guide me as I take my
First steps
Her hands held me when tears
would fall
Her hands were there to brush
My hair
Her hands help hold the stairs
In place
Her hands pushed me through
The good times and bad
Her hands are now twisting with
Age and years of work
Her hands are more beautiful
Then anything I seen
Her hands made me who
I am

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Comments
  1. lexirm says:

    This is absolutely beautiful. I can relate. c: I love this poem.