i gaze upon my mother's hands
see my own reflected there
my
daughter's, granddaughter's
grandmother's as well
hands
folded in her lap, nails polished red
diamonds sparkling on her fingers
no
awareness of how beautiful she is
hands
that are capable,
strong, yet vulnerable ~~
the memories of holding hands
will linger in my mind
her
warm embrace, her tender kiss
the 'i love you we left behind
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.
ReplyDeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeleteheart 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...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, very touching...xx
ReplyDeleteA very loving tribute to your mother.
ReplyDeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful way to remember your mother
ReplyDeleteA beautiful, and quite moving, response to the prompt...
ReplyDeleteOh how the love of a mother can touch so many generations...this is beautiful Helen!
ReplyDeleteI so much love the focus on hands.. the way it touches through generations...
ReplyDeletemoving !!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Helen.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful , Woony ...i knew you must have had a nice mum
ReplyDeleteSounds like you had a wonderful mother!
ReplyDeleteLoving tribute, with threads to connect family.
ReplyDeleteHelen this is beautiful...
ReplyDeleteVery 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.
ReplyDeleteI too think you've put in to words what nature expresses with autumn; remembering all the beauty of our time.
ReplyDeleteMost touching.
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