Mother's Hand

Loving was mother’s hand that convinced me to understand
To give was better to than to receive, this I do believe
For life is no bed of roses for a weary head that opposes
What man unjustly delivers even to trusting givers.

Compassion was mother’s rule, to never be cruel
Or make fun of others including sisters and brothers
Get along even if you are wrong, it will make you strong
For good is might, be polite and don’t fight, no matter who’s right.

Mother’s hand was gentle and kind that would often remind
When you stepped out of line with a swat on your behind
She loved you still even until her days’ end she did fulfill
Never to forget her affection and her bonding connection.

Often mother would make me laugh for my sake on her behalf
When I was down and out she turned my world about
Made me smile even for a while, with her words she did beguile
Stern with a heart made of gold, never cold, a perfect mold.

She often guided my dream whether or not it was extreme
Letting me decide before I tried and before my worlds did collide
Getting me to see what was there for me and what could be
If I took the road where rivers flowed and avoid carrying a heavy load.

Mother instilled a character of kindness without social blindness
Always respect the older generation they are our foundation
They had interesting stories to tell that would impel a lasting relation
With such imagination and non-stop conversation with no reservation.

Mother’s hand is with me still, to this day until we meet again
Her thoughts follow my heart, in my art; I know we are never apart
Her words are what I write; she’s never far, or out of sight
She has left these gifts for free, so others can see her soul in me.

Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey

Second Place Winner ~ "Life's Personal Impressive Meanings” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Freeman
April 1, 2010
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Mehta Avatar
April 1, 2010 at 7:08 PM
A fine tribute to mother. Congrats for the win
Richards Avatar
April 1, 2010 at 4:03 PM
Your mother sounded as if she was such a guiding influence in your life...How wonderful to grow up under her care. What a lovely poem. Congratulations on this wonderful piece, Caryl. Love, Carrie
Sweetheart Avatar
April 1, 2010 at 12:40 PM
Congrats Caryl on your 2nd place win in Moses contest.. an excellent write and special win for u my friend...luv.. Linda-Marie..
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April 1, 2010 at 11:31 AM
A beautiful tribute to your mother and her loving hands, Caryl. Congratulations on your win! Love, Carolyn
Freeman Avatar
April 1, 2010 at 10:57 AM
A loving mother's hand(spiritually) you captured most aptly Caryl.I wept at my grandmother's wake, when I looked at her natural hands, and thought of all the loving things she had done for me as a boy. Fried chicken, pies she made especally for me.'CONGRATULATIONS" Agape, Moses
Johnson Avatar
April 1, 2010 at 10:30 AM
Congratulations on your win with this very deserving write. Love, Joyce
Palli Avatar
March 23, 2010 at 10:48 AM
so beautiful, glad you had such a wonderful mother.
Brown Avatar
March 23, 2010 at 10:40 AM
Thank you for sharing your poetry with us today Caryl. I enjoyed reading this piece. Wishing you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. The best to you in John's contest. Love, Carol
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