My Baby's Hands Poem by Elisabeth Wingle
My Baby's Hands
Oh how I love my baby's hands
Tiny, delicate, fragile
I am awestruck
I stare at them
Kiss them, touch them
They grasp my finger with such force, that I know it is intentional
Later, she opens and closes them with arms stretched upwards
Silently pleading 'pick me up, pick me up'
Later still, chubby fingers grasp my hand as she toddles down the sidewalk, desperately trying to keep up with her own feet!
Another day, at the window, her hand is happily waving good-by to me
But the tears in her eyes contradict that wildly waving hand.
'How old are you? ' Asks a lady in the grocery store
'I am three at my birthday ' she says, proudly trying to stick three fingers in the air and hold two down at the same time
My baby is three now
One minute her hands are folded angelically, while she thanks God for her meal
The next moment her finger is pointing at me
'I don't like you anymore ' she shouts
Yes, her moods change quickly
Now I feel a small, soft hand on my cheek,
'I'm sorry Mommy'
Oh how I love my baby's hands!
I pray that when it is my turn to leave this earth,
That gentle hand will be holding mine
Elisabeth Wingle 1993
For Emily
I ❤️ This poem too! This is so poignantly expressed and well written. There's not much better in this world than holding your babies' hands throughout life!
Pamela, i am so glad that you like this poem. It is very special to me and I was apprehensive about putting it out there, for the world to judge. I can not wait to read your poems.
I love and I understand this poem. I raised four children and I have three grandchildren. A lovely poem for love and appreciation.
I am three at my birthday ' she says, proudly trying to stick three fingers in the air and hold two down at the same time My baby is three now.....she folds it angelically........ yes your baby is an angel...... God bless u always and your lovely Baby.. tony
Really, the smile and the characters of baby makes our Sorrows away, nice mam.thank you.
I was born in 1930 my baby girl was born in 1960 her baby girl was born in 1990 (apparently Alyssa has a duty in 2020) talk about the order of things. Loved your verse (even tho free verse)
Thanks Wes, I was born in 61, but I always wished I had been born in 60, because I always thought it would be so cool if my birth year as the same as age. So to make up for that bitter disappoint ment. I gave birth to two daughters in 1990, no... Not twins! Their birthdays are 1-1-90 and 12-28-90, and just for the heck of it, I had one more in 94. And that daughter is going to make me a grandma in July!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I love this stunning write such precious moments expressed with the beauty of your words!
I hold this poem very close to my heart, as you said it contains my 'precious moments. Thank you for the kind review