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October 14, 2008, 9:45 pm PDT
Mother's Hands
My dear dear sister in law died at 6:30 this evening. Never have I known someone to have such an aggressive form of cancer. She was only 68. What a beautiful tribute her oldest son posted to the family on the email this evening.
Mother’s Hands
Hands so soft with gentleness, caress the baby’s head and breast. Feel its tiny fingers move, wonder at its life so new. Hands now bathe the little one, clean and soothe with touch of love. Sickness, fear or life’s little lessons won, hands are there with strength and love. Tireless they toil with hope and love, of what this baby will become. Washing, cleaning scrubbing so, with care to let the littleone know, that life is safe and clean with care, hands working diligently to make it so. Hands are holding its head just right to feed the child and touch with love. Hands labor on now through the years to teach the law, respect and care. To wound with healing as intent, hands punish with love, a life lesson meant. Gently wiping away the tears hands now pat the one so dear. Caressing gently littleone, to sooth the sorrow, shame and fear s, teaching justice’s love, with lightly moving fingers near. Hands will follow in a book under the words intending to help look. The child now wiggles from the task but hands are there to keep them fast. Hands extended to guide along and stop the wandering one from harm. Hands to hold the littleone through, sleepless nights guarding, from illness harm. Cool the heated head and brow; hands are working with sorrow now. Working care so tireless, bring, healing, hope and rest. Hands fold littleones hands together, teaching reverence, for Gods talk together. Showing hands from long life past, nailed from palm, to redeem mans past.
Hands creating meals with care, contents known, health to bless. Hands are wrapping gifts of thought, careful folds and bows show love. Hands are handing out the gifts, to family members gathered near. Soft receiving hugs of joy Hands are patting backs with love.
Hands creating craft from junk, working wonders with skill and touch. Painting, knitting sewing so, into this life new creations flow. The hands now labor to make a touch, unique and lovely, for all to love. Hands now working to create, useful things to clothe and entertain. Throw it away? no not quite, hands will fix it and make it right. Hands select some wood or stone, from ocean beach or near the home. Hands use skill, and make of them, a lesson of beauty from whence there was none. Hands are planting and cutting now, green growth comes from them and how. Flowers bloom in abundantness, around the home, now everywhere. Hands now touch with gentleness, the soil, leaves and pedals, of Gods living earth.
Hands now shaking, trying to accept, the death of mom then dad now passed Shaking from the loss of work, to aid them in life’s toil, now ceased. Hands now wiping away the tears, from her own cheek, missing these so dear. Hands holding sorrow, deep in the chest, pain and anguish never to forget.
Hands enjoying time in life with other hands her mate in life. Finding friends from long ago hands rejoicing with others so. Hands are playing cards and fun, with other hands, their free time well won.
Hands are working once again, for grandkids showing love and thoughtfulness. Remembering tasks from long ago they spring to motion to make goodness flow. The children will remember them, the loving touch experience knows.
Sudden pain the hands now feel, something’s wrong inside she feels. Doctor visits don’t reveal. Hands administer pills and such, with little hope, for healings touch. Hands now bruised and black from needles, weakness now, keeps fingers feeble. Other hands now holding them fast, now remembering the touch, for soon the hands will move their last. Hands holding on with strength now abated, to give what love is left remaining. Touching each, her family’s hands, remembering each touch, for now their last. Hands grow cold and no longer move, reveal the ring her love she knew. I hold the hands that were used to bless, too soon to stop their blessings, and are at rest.
In loving memory of my dear mothers passing in the Lord Jesus care. I Love and miss you mom.
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