Holding Mama's Hands
Today my seeking heart demands
a poem lovely as these hands.
Each wrinkle is a memory.
How strong and sure they used to be!
As fragile fingers bravely try
to squeeze my hand, sweet moments fly.
I know grief soon will have its way,
but now I’ll keep my tears at bay.
Today I long to pen for her
sweet words of praise that tears would blur.
Choice words I need now hover near;
I’m trusting God will make them clear.
March 1, 2022
entered in the "A Poem Lovely as a . . . " Contest Placed 1st
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment