This week I have missed my youngest daughter more than usual. I think it is because there have been so many snow days (days from school because of snow). It would be fun to spend the day with Audrianna, snowed in so we could talk, watch TV and work on dinner together.
Above my kitchen sink, I have a poem she wrote me and then framed titled My Mother’s Hands. It was part of a wonderful Christmas gift my daughters got me several years ago (you can read about that gift in a 2007 post titled Memorable Gifts or at A Mother’s Paycheck website).
Since I am missing my youngest daughter and I need to be reminded of her love for me… it is time to share Audrianna’s gift of writing this heart touching poem with you. Thank you Audrianna for this Mother’s Paycheck — I will treasure it always!
My Mother’s Hands
By Audrianna Joseph
They are a picture of tenderness;
A portrait of grace
A captured moment of happy bliss,
As dainty as lace
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Their feather softness will caress,
They are strong
Their tough enough to clean the mess
They sing a silent song
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They are there when you are young or old
Forever believing
They create warmth from the cold
Never deceiving
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They will softly wipe away all your tears
You can’t live without
They will destroy all of your fears
They will never doubt
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You do not always get it or agree
They are hope
When you are blind, they let you see
They let you cope
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They are love
They will always understand
They are love
They are your mother’s hands
Recognize and Remember 