Monday, October 20, 2014

Mag 242



I gaze upon my mother's hands
see my own reflected there
my daughter's, my granddaughter's
my grandmother's as well
hands folded in her lap, nails filed and polished
rings sparkling on her fingers
no awareness of how beautiful she is
hands that comforted me
caressed me
capable, strong, gentle, vulnerable
it’s holding hands and memories
that linger in my mind
her warm embrace, her tender kiss
the 'I love you'
she left behind





19 comments:

  1. This is a touching one Helen, and I really like that you use the hands to connect all those generations of women in your family.

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  2. This one really touched my heart. I am reminded of the sweet souls who reside in the skilled nursing center where I work. Albaster hands, often reaching out for the comfort of holding ours for a moment. Strangers whom they see as family now… Lovely poem, thank you for sharing.

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  3. heart tugging...my wife lost her mother 6-7 years ago...so i know the sweetness of memories of those departed...i also know the love of a mother is one that can never be replaced...its special...lovely little verse...

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  4. Beautiful poem, very touching...xx

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  5. A very loving tribute to your mother.

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  6. This is an amazing tribute to you mother. Sounds like she was a beautiful person. I also look at my hands now and can see the shape of my mom's. There are moments when I stop to stare at my hands, it's as if they belong to someone else. Thank you for sharing this lovely poem.

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  7. A beautiful way to remember your mother

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  8. A beautiful, and quite moving, response to the prompt...

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  9. Oh how the love of a mother can touch so many generations...this is beautiful Helen!

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  10. I so much love the focus on hands.. the way it touches through generations...

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  11. This is so beautiful , Woony ...i knew you must have had a nice mum

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  12. Sounds like you had a wonderful mother!

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  13. Loving tribute, with threads to connect family.

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  14. Very moving Helen. Hands really do communicate more straight from the heart than we can describe in words. I hope your mother had a chance to read this.

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  15. I too think you've put in to words what nature expresses with autumn; remembering all the beauty of our time.

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