Love Poem: Holding Mama's Hands
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Written by: Janice Canerdy

Holding Mama's Hands

Today my seeking heart demands
a poem lovely as these hands.

Each wrinkle is a memory.
How strong and sure they used to be!

As fragile fingers bravely try
to squeeze my hand, sweet moments fly.

I know grief soon will have its way,
but now I’ll keep my tears at bay.

Today I long to pen for her
sweet words of praise that tears would blur.

Choice words I need now hover near;
I’m trusting God will make them clear.


March 1, 2022
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