Mother's Hands Poem by Kay Fernando

Mother's Hands

Rating: 5.0


These are the hands you loved,
In whose grip content to be
You were, forsaking all else.
Tenderly loving, yet strong;
They guided you through life's throng.

Nurtured you all the day long,
Soothed many a fevered brow,
Calmed many a fretful nerve,
Wiped away many a tear -
Turned your sadness into song.

Shaped what you are now.
Through the darkness or the light,
Like angel wings ever poised;
Aged, still for you they live.

Sunday, June 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tiana S. 20 July 2019

Dear my dearest Grandmother, you are my sunshine and will forever be the light that guides me through my life even tho you are no longer here to hold my hand, as i walk. Thank you will never do justice to the appreciation, i and my whole family has towards you. Thank you for showing me everything i aspire to become in life, you are truely something extraordinary.

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John S. 20 July 2019

Kay, we all dearly missed you already and you have only been gone half a day

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Paul Warren 18 June 2017

Mothers are what hold the world together in such a nice poem as an ode to them.

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Kay Fernando 18 June 2017

It is so encouraging to receive such a nice comment. Thank you. Kay Fernando

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Rini Shibu 18 June 2017

There is no other love like mothers love.Well written.++10 You may like my poem unconditional love

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