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Now may the Lord Jesus Christ and our Father God, who loved us and in his wonderful grace gave us eternal comfort and a beautiful hope that cannot fail, encourage your hearts and inspire you with strength to always do and speak what is good and beautiful in his eyes (2 Thessalonians 2:16-17 TPT).


Friday, May 6, 2022

A Mother's Loving Hands - A Mother's Day Tribute

 


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.


 Please feel free to share your thoughts or tribute to your mother or special person in your life. 

A Mother' Day poem in tribute to mom's everywhere. (click to tweet)

 

17 comments:

  1. Such a sweet blessing, filled with great thoughts. Thank you for sharing Ms. Barbara. Happy Mother's Day ma'am.

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    1. Thank you, J.D. for your thoughtful comments. Blessings!

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  2. Beautiful, Barbara. Thank you.

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    1. Thank you, Connie. Have a blessed Mother's Day!

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  3. Beautiful! Reminds me of my mother. Thank you for sharing this tribute. Wishing you a blessed day!

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  4. Katherine, I'm glad this brought back memories of your mother. Thanks for sharing. Blessings!

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  5. I 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.

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    1. Thank you, Candyce. I appreciate you sharing your thoughts. Blessings!

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  6. What a beautiful remembrance of your mother, Barbara!

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  7. Yvonne Morgan5/12/22, 10:17 AM

    I wish I could hold my mother’s hand again. Beautiful post and reminder

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    1. Yvonne, I wish I could hold my mother's hand again, too. I know how you feel. Thanks for sharing. Blessings!

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    2. What a beautiful tribute to your Mom. You've captured all that Moms do so well!

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  8. Such a lovely remembrance. Thanks for sharing with all of us.

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  9. She must have treasured that. Thanks for the lovely memories.

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    1. Yes, she did. It was a special day when I gave it to her. Thanks for sharing.Blessings!

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