I wrote this poem in honor of my mother a few
years ago and gave to her on Mother’s Day. I added the last 5 lines after her
trek to heaven in 2018.
I hope you enjoy this tribute to all mothers
everywhere.
A
Mother’s Loving Hands
By Barbara
Latta
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 and slower to move and were sometimes swollen and filled with pain.
My mother’s hands transformed into grandmother hands. They held my babies and caressed their faces.
Those hands
taught me to love.
My mother’s
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.
Such a sweet blessing, filled with great thoughts. Thank you for sharing Ms. Barbara. Happy Mother's Day ma'am.
ReplyDeleteThank you, J.D. for your thoughtful comments. Blessings!
DeleteBeautiful, Barbara. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Connie. Have a blessed Mother's Day!
DeleteBeautiful! Reminds me of my mother. Thank you for sharing this tribute. Wishing you a blessed day!
ReplyDeleteKatherine, I'm glad this brought back memories of your mother. Thanks for sharing. Blessings!
ReplyDeleteI love this Barbara. Our hands can be the best conduit of servant love, and you beautifully capture how your mother's hands nurtured and sustained you through life.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Candyce. I appreciate you sharing your thoughts. Blessings!
DeleteWhat a beautiful remembrance of your mother, Barbara!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Annie. Blessings!
DeleteI wish I could hold my mother’s hand again. Beautiful post and reminder
ReplyDeleteYvonne, I wish I could hold my mother's hand again, too. I know how you feel. Thanks for sharing. Blessings!
DeleteWhat a beautiful tribute to your Mom. You've captured all that Moms do so well!
DeleteSuch a lovely remembrance. Thanks for sharing with all of us.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing, Patricia. Blessings!
DeleteShe must have treasured that. Thanks for the lovely memories.
ReplyDeleteYes, she did. It was a special day when I gave it to her. Thanks for sharing.Blessings!
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