Main Page Blog Getting Pregnant Articles Pregnancy Articles Parenting Articles TLOL Article Directory Chinese Gender Chart Pregnancy and Parenting Journals	My Mother's Hands I used to see them cooking, cleaning up the stove. They pressed cool compresses on my forehead, tickled my arms when I felt alone. They held my hand as we walked through stores, brushed my hair on a cold winters night. Laced up my ice skates at the local rink, tapped on my door to apologize after a fight. Almost 40 years I've watched those hands give, they have healed, they have baked, they have sewn. And now as I wake and prepare for my day, I see her hands and I realize they are my own. (c) Andrea Lobue All Rights Reserved Comments to Author Share This Page With A Friend -- Would You Like To Read More Poems? -- Parent Prose Main Page Poems about Adoption Poems about Motherhood Poems about Babies and Children Poems about the Death of a Child Poems about Miscarriage Poems about Parenthood Poems about Pregnancy Poems about Growing Up Poems about Special Occasions Letters to Baby Poetry Collections Journals and Essays Books about Writing Poetry The Labor of Love Main Page