Thursday, November 7, 2013

My Mother's Hand


The hand I held
to help me learn,
to grasp for comfort
to find life's pulse

The hand I held
to steady my walk
to communicate
to test and try

The hand I held 
to scale the heights
to share tokens
to mold my skills

The hand I held
to guide my way
to make amends
to build confidence

The hand I held
to leap away
to steady passion
to support my dreams 

The hand I held 
to reconnect
to retain
to rejoice

The hand I held
to welcome a love
to greet a child
to embrace a family

The hand I held
to share
to encourage
to care

The hand I held 
to comfort her
to brace her
to reassure

The hand I held
to steady hearts
to love
to send her off to peace.