Your hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Your hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Your hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Your hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
Your hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn’t always show..
Your hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.
Your hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Your hands would shape and mold me into all you knew I could be.
Your hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Your hands are the reason I am me.
I’m blessed with your unconditional love;
I appreciate you every day.
Thank you for all you’ve done
And given so generously.
I love you, my wonderful mother
Happy Mother’s Day Maa❤️