The Love of a Mother's Hands - Mother's Day 2019

by Barbara Latta

Mother's work tirelessly to care for their children. Washing, feeding, hugging and investigating, these hands are never idle. When we become mothers, we realize what our mothers did for us. This is a tribute to my mother and mothers everywhere.

The Love of a Mother's Hands

Loving hands held me when I was small, cuddled and fed me, and tucked me in at night.

Hands would pick me up when I would fall, soothe the hurt, and wipe away the tears.

Hands would feel my head when I had a fever and dispense bad tasting medicine with a spoon.

Those hands would be there all night in case the fever returned.

Hands would cook good food each day and wave a finger if I didn’t eat.

“What about all those starving children in the world?”

Hands would clean and scrub each day 

making our home sparkle and shine.

Hands would work at the sewing machine for hours, making clothes for me and even my dolls.

Hands would hold mine when I was afraid, pack my lunch, and wave good-bye when I went to school.

Those same hands would spank me when I was bad, but it was for my own good. It kept me from being bad again.

Hands would work hard to plant flowers, and then I would bring them in for a vase.

Those same hands just let me think that was okay.

Hands endured a pet turtle in my room and helped clean out the bowl, but those hands made the puppy stay outside.

Hands taught me to peel potatoes, to sew a stitch, and wash a dish.

They held the book while it was read and pointed to words I could learn.

Those hands grew older, moved slower and were sometimes swollen and filled with pain.

The wisdom of those hands held my babies and caressed their faces.

Those hands taught me to love.

My mother's wrinkled hands were laid to rest in death's repose

But are now raised to life to hold God's hand.

And those hands regenerated with youth

will welcome me when I pass through heaven's gates.

I will hold her hand again. 

Happy Mother's Day!

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