When I was born, I couldn't walk or speak
but she was there to care for me when I was weak
She would take me by my little hand and say
'I am holding onto you everyday'
When I was young I could only walk and speak
but she was there to dress me, to guide me 'cross the street
She would take my little hand and say
'I am holding onto you everyday'
How many times did we cross that street?
so many times, walk to walk, our feet were fleet
And I would say, 'Mommy, take my little hand'
And she would answer 'I am already taking it whether we walk or stand'
From walk to walk we made our way
and she held my little hand always
'You have my little hand and little heart' I would say
She smiled 'I am always holding onto you in every way'
She is gone now, risen to Heaven's heights joyous
and I am here still crossing the street under the streetlights
I feel her hand in my heart and I warmly say
'I will love you forever, Mother, you have my heart always'
A one of a kind tribute to a wonderful mother. So heartfelt and touching poem. You can make your readers cry.
There is no stronger bond between a mother and her child, I think the bond is more important then a father. This poem ignites memories of my own mother and the love she gave me. I think your mothers spirit has been honored in this work
So beautifully presented the bond between a mother and child.
Wonderful poem. I lost my mother when I was sixteen and she was only forty-four. I have missed her ever since. I see the deep love you have for your own mother in this work.
A well crafted poem, the vivid imagery driving the point of it! Thank you for sharing
How wonderful it must to be to have a mother such as the one that you were blessed with while she was with you.
My my! How Have I never come across this piece! There is more shining beauty and piercing sorrow here than I can truly say!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing depiction of a great love of a mother to her daughter and the great love of a daughter to her mother.