Memories of another time still come To me and fill my mind, with thoughts Of you when you were young. I lie awake 'Till the morning sun comes creeping Through my window shade, as I dwell upon Mistakes I've made. What I would give to Go back in time and feel you're little Hand in mine. To cherish each fast and Fleeting day. To hold you close and kiss Away, each pain that life will have in Store and try to give you so much more. You are part and will always be, imbedded in the soul of me. While I'm Here, I want to say, that I've loved you Each and every day and when my time on Earth is gone. The privilege was mine to have been your Mom.
- by Maggie Pittman58
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 hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach. Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.
Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harm's 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 work, Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt. Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be. Her hands are the reason I am me.
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