Monday, May 14, 2007

My mother's hands

I wrote this for my mother for mother's day.....

They held me when I was born
Caressed me when I slept
When I cried from night to morn
They wiped my tears as I wept

They played with me as a child,
Holding my fingers,showed me to write
Fought off everything mean and wild
And cradled me through the night

They washed,bathed and clothed me,
And many thousand different things,
And whenever her I used to see,
I wondered why this angel had no wings

They carried me everywhere I went,
Through roads,parks and beach sands,
If you're wondering what 'they' meant,
They're nothing but my mother's beautiful hands

Old and weak they maybe now,
But one think i'm sure most of all
If I ever lose my way or miss my step,
They'll be waiting to catch me as I fall.