This poem is a beautiful tribute not just to your mother's hands but to a life shared with her over a passage of time. At one time, my mother could easily whip me at arm wrestling the the strength of her hands, and the end, she dug her strong hands into mine as if to hold on tight to life. Thank you for this poem.
This is an endearingly beautiful poem, Helen. One feels the emotion, your words are so moving and so wonderful.
Medical fact: Newborns will not thrive without touch.Helen fact: Nobody thrives without the touch of loving hands. 'Love left behind' (so gently expressed).
A very moving tribute.
The haiku wins for me, every time.
I liked the haiku very much but the warmth in the second one balled me over...I couldn't help but smile as read it and I said Whaaaoo!:)Loved it!
the haiku was very clever, and the second poem really warm and heartfelt. lovely stuff
I loved the haiku too. Moving nature caught.And you had me with the second from the first line, because I was talking. Bit teary too, actually.
a moving tribute .....thank you for sharing, Helen
so nice, the piece about your mother's hands...I like the Haiku as well!
Absolutely gorgeous, darling Helen!xoxox,CC
A lot of feeling in the "hands" poem and a little gem of a haiku.
Really love that heartbreaking last bit, the "i love you" left behind... just such simple depth.. gorgeous stuff!
How beautiful. It creates many avenues from my mind to travel. It seemed basic and primal, I loved it. Thank you.
Neat gentle calming Haiku and a lovely tender tribute in the second poem. Fantastico!
Oh, this spoke to me. My almost 98 year old beloved Grandma Vivian died in February. My mother and her sister took a picture at the viewing of their three hands together. A precious memory. She had her nails done her whole life, up until the last few months when she was in hospice.