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.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment