Tuesday, July 9, 2013

A few special thoughts to share ~


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 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 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.

© Maggie Pittman

Wishing you a beautiful Tuesday my sweet friends,
hugs and love,


One Shabby Old House said...

What a beautiful poem!

morkaren said...

Hvor er det smukt og sandt, dejligt digt, jeg kom til at tænke på min mor. knus morkaren.

Shabby Sheshe said...

And a beautiful Tuesday to you! May your blessings be abundant today & every day!!

Sandi said...

Just beautiful Dawn..thanks for sharing this poem and the gorgeous pictures.

Shopgirl said...

Dear Dawn, love the poem, and pictures are amazing. I hope you are having a great summer, love, Mary

Dorthe said...

Thankyou dearest precious Dawn-
the poem is a beautiful honourering of our mothers-- and your shared images are amazingly beautiful, too.
I wish you a very happy and lovely day, my friend!!
Hugs and love,Dorthe

Vee said...

Brought a little mist to my eyes. Wonderful graphics to complement that sweet poetry.

Jen said...

Thank you Dawn for the lovely poem and beautiful images.
I love you tutorials.

The Rustic Victorian said...

Sweet tears on my end...I miss Mom so much at times.
Beautiful Post Miz Dawn

Lauren @ My Wonderfully Made said...

This brought tears to my eyes as my mom is struggling with dementia. She wept on the phone last night because she now knows she is losing her memory. Heartbreaking. This was a beautiful reminder of who she used to be.


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