I Remember Mother's Hands

I Remember Mother's Hands


Pretty hands, slender, delicate,
smelling of hand lotion, cold cream.

Busy hands, knitting, gardening,
gesturing, preparing supper.

Helping hands, aiding my first steps,
pushing a swing, lifting me up.

Protecting hands, keeping me safe,
guiding me across busy streets.

Caring hands, wiping all my tears,
holding my hand when I was sad.

Lifeless hands, cold, crossed on her chest,
barely visible through my tears.

Remembered hands, in time of need,
reaching out, showing me the way.

Cherished hands, now in memory,
a symbol of my mother's love.