Mother’s Day is coming up shortly, so I thought it might be appropriate to repost this poem I wrote about my own mother last year.


© 2018 Barbara Grace Lake
So downy soft with tender care
Returned a nestling to its tree
To see the worried mother bird
Fly home to nurture, help it grow


As gently lifting me
From cradle to her breast
To suckle till I fell asleep
And dream warm baby dreams


Accepting, loving, strong
How able as I grew
At shushing tears as anger burst
Or bandaging a knee


Black garden dirt they wore with pride
Ingrained in every crease
But rainbow blossoms graced our home
The gift her hands displayed


Long years they spent in usefulness
Till gnarled, blue veined in age
Still soft and loving, loved as her,
My Mother’s hands