Her mama's hands were tender as she caressed the fuzzy head,As she bathed, comforted and tucked the baby into bed.
She would smother those cheeks in kisses and leave little lipstick brands.
The infant loved the gentle touch of her mama's loving hands.
As the fuzzy head turned to copper curls,
And life became full of little girl giggles and twirls.
Toddling through the house and down the hall,
She holds tight to mama's hands determined not to fall.
Later on, the house is full of friends and of all the messes
that young girls make with makeup and princess dresses.
The girls made noises, they laughed, they played pretend
and mama's hands were always opened to every little friend.
The teenage years were full of sleepovers, cheering and boys,
but mama never complained of the activity and noise.
Instead, she smiled, laughed and understood
and made things easier as only mama's hands could.
As mama got older, her steps a little slower, her mind not as clearshe needed the daughter that she held dear.
She needed the help to do chores, make decisions and such
because mama's hands were not able to do as much.
While the daughter watched as her mama became small and frail
she would not leave her, she would not fail.
As her mama reached for her with her aging hands,
and held on with a strength the daughter could not comprehend.
The daughter began to softly sing to her the hymns of long ago
to ease the fear and restlessness her mama began to show.
She watched her mama's hands begin to slowly ease
as she listened to those songs of old, giving her sweet peace.
Her daughter had traded places with her mama that day.
and decided that beside her mama's bed was where she would stay.She would caress her mama's graying head,
she would bathe her, comfort her and tuck her into bed.
On that last day of time here on earth, she kissed her mama's face.
She said goodbye and asked the Father for His loving grace,
She will know her mama is in the place called Gloryland,
and always remember the touch of her mama's hands.
