Mama's Hands
Mama's hands rocked me to sleep;
They'd hold me when I'd weep.
Their soft caress relieved all my fears and doubts.
They left no questions about her love for me.
Her strong gentle hands kept my fears at bay,
And as I grew, they were never too far away.
To protect , or comfort me .
Hands, soft, slender, strong, were my security
Against life's storms,
And they always had something good
Tucked inside of them
To satisfy all of my childish whims.
Hands filled with love, hope,and peace,
Mama's hands were such a delight to me.
I will always remember Mama's loving hands.
Published: 8/12 This poem,like all of the writer's original works, is protected under copyright laws. Permission must precede use.
lovely, loving tribute
well said
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hug
Kathy
passed away 32 years ago. She would be having a birthday next week.
Another reason to be thankful for those memories and for this poem that says it all.
Well done Barbara!
Ron
We only get one Momma!
You got the BEST!
Love and blessing from your brother in Christ,
John Michael Domino
Regis
asa