It feels so small and fragile
the fingers lithe and long.
Translucent skin like gossamer,
a hand once warm and strong.
A palm now lined with living
and joints that ache and creak.
This hand was always giving
me strength when I was weak.
It lies within my own now,
I cradle it with care,
this hand that used to guide me
here, there and everywhere.
Dedicated to my lovely Mum
A poem that magically becomes more uplifting after re-reading. I was in your enchanted neighbourhood Lodigiana and gave it another 10++. Stay well and healthy and these troubled times for you and everyone will pass. Shaun.x.
This hand of love! ! ! ! Muse, Mother and child; This beautiful hands of love! Caring and sharing, Training up a child; This hand! Wonderfully made, By the Creator Almighty! Woman, Womanhood. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. Stay blessed always; Shalom!
Truly a poem full of tenderness, love and care. CONGRATULATIONS having won the POD twice, most deserving, Lodigiana! I still enjoy and adnmire this loveliest Dedication.I have clicked on the 5 stars
I am so glad you love your mother so dearly. I loved mine and still do though I can no longer hold her hands in mine. Your words brought back so many memories.
Thank you so much Susan..I cannot hold my mothers hand now as sadly she died days before Christmas. Thank you for your kind words
A beautifully composed poem. Love and gratitude for mom dripping thick from lines. Loved it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just read your message Lodgiana and thank you. Loved that term of phrase you wrote ' the balm of poetry.' Thank you so much and while I'm in your neighbourhood and keeping to social distancing etiquette I'll bestow another 10 on your superbly crafted poem and a former and deserved POD. Thanks again Lodigiana and stay blessed.