Thursday, May 8, 2008

My Mother's Hands


My Mother's Hands

Such beautiful, beautiful hands!
They're neither white nor small;
And you, I know, would scarcely think
That they are fair at all.
I've looked on hands whose form and hue
A sculptor's dream might be;
Yet are those aged, wrinkled hands
More beautiful to me.

Such beautiful, beautiful hands!
Though heart were weary and sad,
Those patient hands kept toiling on,
That children might be glad.
I always weep, as, looking back
To childhood's distant day,
I think how those hands rested not
When mine were at their play.

Such beautiful, beautiful hands!
They're growing feeble now,
For time and pain have left their mark
On hands and heart and brow.
Alas! alas! the nearing time,
And the sad, sad day to me,
When 'neath the daisies, out of sight,
These hands will folded be.

But oh! beyond this shadow land,
Where all is bright and fair;
I know full well these dear old hands
Will palms of victory bear;
Where crystal streams through endless years
Flow over golden sands,
And where the old grow young again,
I'll clasp my mother's hands.

~G. P. Morris

That sad, sad day has come for me, but I'm looking ahead to those endless years (through tears as I type). A blessed Mother's Day to all. May you lovingly clasp the hands of your mother now and those of your children.

8 comments:

Mimi said...

Maxine,
this was such a beautiful poem...
And I wish for you a blessed Mother's Day...

Sharon said...

Such a beautiful poem. May you have a blessed Mother's Day.

Cathy said...

That is a beautiful, sweet poem, Maxine. Happy Mother's Day to you ~

CONNIE'S THOUGHTS FROM THE HEART said...

The poem touched my heart as I remember my Mother though the tears in my eyes. Have a happy day tomorrow, Maxine. connie from Texas

Susan Kelly Skitt said...

Happy Mother's Day dear Maxine. Beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing it. I'm holding on to my mother's hands as long as my Lord allows...

Vicki said...

I had just finished a new post when you dropped by:-) Thanks for visiting and a sweet Mother's Day to you. {hugs} A beautiful poem & tribute. I guess we don't all have the same memories, but that's okay too.

love,
Vicki

Jodi said...

Oh, Maxine! What a beautiful poem. It does seem that the place a mother holds in her child's heart never dims ~ even in death. Wishing a you a blessed Mother's Day, dear friend.

Carol said...

Such lovely words.. Maxine, I do hope your own day was just perfect..