Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when ever i feel blue.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.
Her hands were there to wipe my tears.
Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.
Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.
Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harms way.
Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.
Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be.
When ever i feel confused, i just reach over to pick up my phoning device,
And when ever she says, ''hello'', I get chills down my spine,
That sweet voice..which makes you forget all your worries.
Ever since the first time I heard she said 'I love you'
Her voice,smile,every sigh, remains in my heart and in my mind forever,
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me...
Love you mom.
