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A Mother's Helping Hands

by Sandy M. Humphrey

A baby cries and a mother knows
That cradling can bring comfort
One heartbeat to another in her
Arms the infants needs are met

A toddler skins his knees
Medicinal kisses bring magic
Healing and a Scooby band-aid
Is insurance all will soon be well

The bruised ego of a teenager
Can be mended by words
Of encouragement to stay the course
And listen to a different drummers beat

The son becomes the man
When his world starts crumble
A mother prayerfully places him in
God’s hands as she been known to do

For she has been His instrument
Of healing all these growing years
Cradling the baby, kissing toddler’s knees
Lifting broken spirit’s of an independent teen

With faith she knows God will care
For the child that is now grown
He will be the strength that guides
And the peace that comes after the storm



12/08/2006

Author's Note: Grown children are still children to a mother who always wants to comfort them when they are hurt or sad. When a mother cannot be there to hold her child up she places them in God's hands.

Posted on 12/08/2006
Copyright © 2020 Sandy M. Humphrey

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/08/06 at 03:10 PM

Well, hopefully, right? Very nicely captured.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/08/06 at 07:46 PM

Too soon they are out of our hands...and into His. For safekeeping, and forever. This is beautiful. Thanks for posting this, Sandy.

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 04/17/08 at 09:10 PM

This is well done Sandy and so true....CharMin

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