Mother's Love, Priya Jha [knowledgeable books to read .TXT] 📗

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 the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me

that she would take care of it all.

Her hands were there to brush my hair,

or straighten a wayward bow.
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 harm's 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.

Her hands are now twisting

with age and years of work,
Her hand now needs my gentle touch

to rub away the hurt.
Her hands are more beautiful

than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason

I am me.

 She's a gift to her children
  Our strong devotion each day
A hand in our hand
  A breath of fresh air along the way
She's our good fairy godmother
  A mighty mom everywhere
The sun in the morning
  She's our daily prayer
She's our encouraging voice
  As we grow day by day
The rose in the vase
  The shine on a cloudy day
She's God's angel sent from heaven
  Our bright star in the night
The queen of our souls
  She's our shadow in the light
A comfort when she holds you
  A memory when she's gone
A million tiny heart beats
  The music in a song
She's a love that's everlasting
Worth more than diamonds and gold
We thank God for our mothers
  A sacred treasure to behold.

 My mother
is pure radiance.

She is the sun
I can touch
and kiss

and hold
without
getting burnt.

Publication Date: 05-14-2021

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