Her hands

Hers were the hands that held me and called my name,
When I as a little babe into this world I came.
She took my hands in hers as she taught me to walk,
It was to her I called out when I first learned to talk.
Hers were the hands that put me to bed,
Wiped away every tear that I ever shed.
When nightmares woke me up from sleep,
The gentle caress of her hands put me back to slumber deep.
Hers were the hands that taught me to be kind,
The seeds of which she sowed deep in my mind.
She taught me how to fold my hands in prayer,
Told me that someone’s listening to me from up there.
Hers were the hands that held mine,
As I learned how to write and draw a line.
When as I naughty kid I refused to eat,
She fed me with her hands making it a delicious treat.
Hers were the hands on my head when I was sick,
Always alert and helping me in need real quick.
When with bruised knees I came home with pain,
The gentle touch of her hands made it wane.
Hers were the hands that first clapped for me,
When I went to collect my prizes with glee.
Supporting me when things went wrong,
She held my hands and made me feel strong.
Her hands are to me very close,
When I need her, my hands she tightly holds.
I am sure I can face all of life’s struggles and strife,
When I hold the hands of the woman who gave me life!
This poem is written for Poetry Jam for the prompt “Hands”

36 responses to “Her hands”

  1. Brian Miller says:

    really a very touching write in response to the prompt…mothers do so much…and we owe them much for the care they give and the way they raise us…made me think of holding the hand of a parent later in life and realizing how much they meant to us….

  2. alan1704 says:

    There is powerful safety and reassurance in the embrace of the one who loves and and gave us life. This is a wonderful portrait

  3. Ramya P says:

    Awesome poem, yet again!!!!! 🙂

  4. Peggy says:

    What a lovely tribute to a mother. It is an honor to be the one to do all those things for a child.

  5. Mary says:

    There is nothing like feeling that support and love from a mother, no matter how old a person may be. Heartfelt poem.

  6. Laurie Kolp says:

    mothers do have that special touch… I miss mine so much

  7. i could picture it <3 :') <3 keep writing 🙂 show it to ur mom she'd be proud ^_^

  8. Anmol Rawat says:

    Beautiful poem Reema 🙂
    Ah, I'm visiting after long!!

  9. Locomente says:

    A brilliant poem… Perfect tribute to mothers…
    Touchy!

  10. Beautiful poem, Reema.

  11. Mary says:

    Have you commented on the poems of people who have commented on yours? We all enjoy comments just as much as you do.

  12. Beautiful poem, Reema! 🙂

  13. humbird says:

    Such a precious words about mother I assume, and now it will be double returned I sure… Love x ~ Thanks for commenting a my blog <3

  14. Grace says:

    The magical touch of the mother ~ Thanks for the lovely reminder of what my mom and grandma used to do ~ Nice to meet you ~

  15. kaykuala says:

    Brilliant tribute to all mothers be! They are there when needed. Wonderful write Reema!

    Hank

  16. Mother's touch is so mystical, well expressed.

  17. Nicholas V says:

    Wonderful tribute to the most important person in our life, Reema.

  18. Anita says:

    What a lovely tribute to Moms & their hands.
    What would we do without our Moms?
    Very touching, Reema.
    Hope your Mom has read this… 🙂

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