With a Gentle Hand Mystic
“A mother`s gentle care and tender love
Are like divine grace raining from above.” By Author
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With a Gentle Hand Mystic
With a gentle hand, soft as morning light,
She ever carved her way to set stuffs right,
With tenderness that flowed like rivers` grace
Painting the canvas of love`s warm embrace;
With a gentle hand, full of tender care
She appeased the pains of my knee laid bare
After a fall from five rungs of the stairs,
With my childish feet hurled high in the air;
When the maze of sleep would not close my eyes,
In soft whispers, she would hum lullabies,
With a gentle hand tapping my forehead
Lying awake by the side of my bed;
With a gentle hand resplendent with love
She wiped away my tears with velvet gloves
When at four I was besieged with dark fears
At sight of a slithering snake just near.
With a gentle hand replete with caress
She steered me to school lanes without regret,
Stepping into the shoes of a teacher
And, in the times of need, a counsellor.
When time was ripe for me to move afield
Without the garb of a protective shield,
With a gentle hand, she steered me along
The joys and vagaries of life for long;
With a gentle hand, synonym of care,
A touch showing how deeply she`s aware,
She extended on me her grace lifelong
As the tunes from her shining sweetest song.
In her hand, a world of comfort did lie
A safe haven whence my soul could arise,
Her gentle smile was a bacon of night
That guided me through darkness with her light;
Such a gentle, graceful hand could not glow
But from a maternal breast, that did show
The purity of sublime care and love
Flowing from the celestial sky above.
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