Her hands held us gently from the day we took our first breath.
Her hands helped to guide us as we took our first steps.
Her hands held us close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show us that she would take care of it all.
Her hands were there to brush our hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.
Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged us to reach.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when we captured them at length.
Her hands would also push us, though not down or in harms way.
Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.
Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Her hands would shape and mold us into all she knew we could be.
Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Her hand now needs our gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason we are who we are today.
20 years ago today we lost our mom to cancer...we love and miss you mom each and everyday...
Love Always, Bill, Carla, Jeff, Lisa, Carl,and Lynn
