"See how pretty your hands are next to mine?"
I didn't tell you, but even then I knew your hands owned the greater strength...
Strong enough to work the Earth until it yielded up food for our bodies and flowers for our souls.
Gentle enough to cool a fevered child.
Quiet enough to hold an unhappy young woman, never claiming to solve,
only to understand....
Nimble enough to out-quilt me three blocks to one.
and nudged me when I would not start at all...
and when I remember all the times the touch of your hands have made me feel loved,
I want to say,
"See Mother? How beautiful your hands are holding mine...."
as we count our successes and pat ourselves on the back~
How seldom do we remember who it was that began it all.
I was very fortunate in the decision of the Universe
that I be given to the woman I now know as my Mother...
for it was she who taught me how to care,
... how to love
and how to be free.