Today is my mother’s 60th birthday. On this day, there are a lot of things I want to say to her. But most of all, I want to say thank you. She has been everything I needed, before I knew I needed it. This poem seemed to capture that message. So, thank you, mom, always and forever. And happy birthday.
Her hands held me gently from the day
I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my
Her hands held me close when the tears
would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she
would take care of it all.
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