Dear Mother,

Your hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Your hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Your hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Your hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.
Your hands were there to brush my hair or straighten a wayward bow.
Your hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.
Your hands helped hold the stars in place and encouraged me to reach.
Your hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.
Your hands would also push me, though not down or in harm's way.
Your hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.
Your hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Your hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be.
Your hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Your hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
Your hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Your hands are the reason I am me. ~ Maggie Pittman


Happy Mother's Day to all the amazing and kind people taking care and raising other beautiful people! May every day be a Mother's Day, but this one especially!  

10 mai, 2020
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