My Mothers Hands Date: Wednesday, 2nd October 2002 @ 05:30:00 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Nani Each line is a piece of Her Life, each Scar like the Broken Wings of a Dove, is Evidence of the Suffering and the Pain of the many Wars She has Fought. They have Carried the Joys of her Life, they have Dried the Tears in her Eyes when to the things She's Loved, She's had to say Goodbye. They have removed the Obstacles that may have Stood in Her way, and Embraced the Happy Momments that in Her Heart came to Stay. But now they just simply reflect Old Age and Pain, while they Lay on Her Lap, without Beauty, without Strength. I look at My hands and long to see the resemblance, for I too want My Hands to Bear the Scars of My Journey, Like the Hands Of My Mother, I want them to TELL MY STORY. This poem is Copyright © Nani Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=4553