Happy mothers day poem to my lovely mom.

Her hands held me gently from the day I took
my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my
first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would
start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she
would take care of it all.
Her hands would also push me, though not
down or in harm's way.
Her hands would punctuate the words, just do
what I say.
Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help
bend this young tree.
Her hands would shape and mold me into all
she knew I could be.
Her hands are now twisting with age and years
of work,
Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub
away the hurt.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can
be.
Her hands are the reason I am me. Happy Mothers day mum.