Lin Lane Poet Rhyme

A mother's Loving Touch

There could never be a more gentle hand
than that of a mother and her loving touch.
The emotional bond takes place, unplanned
by the one who loves her child so much.

Even months before her babe is due to be born,
her shielding hands can often be found
on her tummy, protecting the child she's sworn
to keep healthy inside of her, safe and sound.

When she hears the wail of its first cry,
her gentle hand will count toes and fingers.
Her tears will then fall, and she'd heave a sigh
while on her infant, the mother's sight lingers.

With comforting hands, she will offer healing
when her toddler falls while learning to walk.
Applauding hands when proud and revealing
her pleasure at the first words her child will talk.

Soothing hands, she has through childhood days.
Year after year, a mother's story will unfold.
Tender hands showing love and affection ~ always
in her heart, a child is a treasure, no matter how old.

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Duke Beaufort September 11, 2025 at 11:21 AM Lin, I was watching the 9-11 remembrance and reading of names for part of the morning. This just makes all the loss hit home all the more deeply. When I read this expression of love, it makes it all the more hard to understand why there is so much violence in this world. I think it has something to do with males try to terrorize the planet. I've often thought that women and the characteristics attributed as feminine are superior to the butt-head mentality of many men. Gentleness is really good. Lin Lane September 12, 2025 at 8:41 AM I've known a few women who like to butt heads just for the love of the game. There are better games to play that don't involve trying to humiliate others. I don't play those games, and don't allow myself to be boxed in by anyone. Gentleness is a much better attribute. Thanks, Duke.

Hilda Greenhough September 7, 2025 at 9:45 AM Your poem springs to life as I remember the early years of my baby. Now grown, she still has my watchful protectiveness. Your poem brings happiness to good mothers. Thanks for this beautiful gem. Lin Lane September 7, 2025 at 3:47 PM Those are memorable times no mother could ever forget. Thanks for reading me, Hilda.