02-24-2014, 03:50 PM
If only I could show her how
I feel now; years allowed for twists and turns
with innocent mistakes
and lessons learned.
She wiped sweet sweat off of my brow,
and caught my falls, with maternal vow.
Her hands once soft with love and care
now crack and split: my heart despairs!
The blood that trickles from those hands
should not leave them red, for life demands:
no wrongs committed, only love,
and I hold them now with God above.
I feel now; years allowed for twists and turns
with innocent mistakes
and lessons learned.
She wiped sweet sweat off of my brow,
and caught my falls, with maternal vow.
Her hands once soft with love and care
now crack and split: my heart despairs!
The blood that trickles from those hands
should not leave them red, for life demands:
no wrongs committed, only love,
and I hold them now with God above.