The Swallows and the Sunsets

Hands

Your hands have held me countless times.

My crying body,

My sleeping body,

My body wide awake.

A mother's hands are always the softest,

Your touch is always the calmest. 

Your hand on the small of my back, guiding the way throughout my whole life.

Your hands have the fingers that run through my hair to put me to sleep. 

Those hands hold your wine glass with grace, and create an amazing masterpiece;

A flurry over the keyboard.

The fingers that wipe my tears away.

Those hands were the first to hold me,

The first feelings of love radiate out of your fingers, 

Like pure magic, 

And into my heart.

You are my beautiful mother,

Your hands and arms always welcoming me. 

You are absolutely extraordinary.

This was a poem I wrote for my mom last year for Mother's Day, and because today is Mother's Day, I thought it would be fitting to add! I hope you guys had a wonderful Momma's Day, and for those who may not have a mother anymore, or felt like they never had one, or didn't in the first place, stay strong. I know this day can be very rough, it is for my mom because her's passed awhile back. You'll make it through this, and know you're loved. :)