They'D

They’d …

They’d cuffed me when in error
They’d hold me when I’d be ill
They’d calm me when in terror
They’d wave to make me still …

They’d smooth my hair back on my head
Before the camera’s eye
They’d touch me when I went to bed
They’d sooth me when I’d cry

They’d wash a million dishes
They’d fold a ton of clothes
They’d help me with my wishes
They’d warm my freezing nose

They’d point at things for me to do
They’d help me with my plans
And that is why I miss so much
My Loving Mothers' … hands.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Roger  Avatar
June 21, 2014 at 11:21 PM
What a nice one here!! I love it massively
Lindley Avatar
June 21, 2014 at 10:44 AM
This is a true gem!!!! Going into my fav right now. Thanks!!!!
Clark Avatar
June 21, 2014 at 11:38 AM
Thank you, Robert. When I composed this one, I never dreamed it would become as favorite for someone - but, my Mom, 'fore she passed away, liked it, and for me that was enough. Jack C
Smith Avatar
June 9, 2014 at 2:25 PM
So sweet a write, my friend.. Love it!... Arlene..
Dietrich Avatar
June 6, 2014 at 9:35 PM
Hmmmm, I think I will fave it too!
Dietrich Avatar
June 6, 2014 at 9:34 PM
this is SO clever. I love when poets use unique approaches. And the use of a contraction of They Would is so unique for your title. GREAT poem. Too bad it was not written earlier to put into a mother's day contest. Use it NEXT year!!!
Clark Avatar
June 12, 2014 at 11:36 AM
Oh, dear! Thank you sooooo much, Andrea, for your comments. Coming from such a talented writer as yourself, I'm flattered. I truly appreciate your taking time to post your assessments. Gee. Thank you, again. Jack C
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