A few special thoughts to share ~

HER HANDS...

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,

Dawn