I found an old post that I simply love and have to share again ~
I hope you don't mind.
It speaks to me as our hands are such precious gifts.
We use them to create, wash, clean, cook, comfort and love....
they are truly a gift from above!
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 wonderful Friday my sweet friends,
hugs and love,
Dawn
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8 comments:
Beautiful...
Vee took the words right out of my mouth...beautiful! :)
Blessings~
Lovely! Made my eyes tear.
Hoping my daughter will realize the same thoughts someday. :)
That was lovely Dawn. Now, especially that I am getting older, I look at my hands and see my Mother's hands...there wasn't a thing she couldn't do. I was blessed to have a great example in my Mom...how to make, make over, make do...skills for living and for a lifetime. Dawn, I'd love to see your hands in motion someday. I know you have some of those same amazing talents. Like my Mom, there isn't a thing you can't do with your beautiful hands. Have a wonderful weekend. Love, Penny
Precious dear friend,-
this post is so filled with love, and a heart that can see byon the everyday problems family members between.. see the love from mother to child, and back!!
Thnakyou, and for the beautiful images, too.
Love you, Dorthe
This is a beautiful poem. I love the picture of da Vinci's drawings of hands, too...timeless. My mother passed away in March, but I created a large memory board for the memorial service. I have a poem by E.H. Gates written in Victorian times called "My Mother's Hands." I was looking at it the other day and started to cry as I remembered all the creative things she used to do and yes...putting all those bows in my hair as a child! Thank you for crafting this blog post with such care. It's a tribute to moms everywhere.
Lovely thoughts and graphics. Thanks Dawn. ~ Abby
Love it! Gave me tears! Have a blessed day dear friend, HUGS!
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