Mi madre
Mother hands held me gently from the day I took my first breathe
Mother hands helped guide me as I took my first step

Mother hands held me close when the tears would start to fall
Mother hands were there to brush my teeth or straighten a wayward bow

Mother hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn’t always show

Mother hands helped holds the stars in place and encourage me to reach

Mother hands would clap cheer and praise
When I captured them at length

Mother hands would push me forward though not  down or in harms way

Mother hands would sometimes had to discipline to help bend this young tree
She would shape and frame me into all she knew I could be
Mother hands now are twisting with age and years of work
She needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt
Mother hands are more beautiful than anything can be
Each time I gaze upon them I get a thousand more reasons to love more than ever