This poem go's out to my mom!

  your hands held me gently from the day i took my first breath.
your hands helped to guide me as i took my first step.
your hands held me close  when the tears would start to fall.
your  hands were there to brush my hair.
  your hands were often there to comfort my wounds when ever i fell off my bike.
your hands are now twisting with age and years of work.
your hands now need my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
  your hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
  your hands are the reason im me.