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As I say goodbye to my mom, I can not help but reflect on the acts of love her precious hands had over my life.<\/p>\n

I am sure my Mom\u2019s heart felt delight as my infant hand gripped her finger moments after she first met me.<\/p>\n

Her hands grabbed my little hands as I tottered while taking my first steps.<\/p>\n

Her hands wiped my brow when I was sick and needed comfort.<\/p>\n

Her hands helped buttoned my dresses and ties my shoes.<\/p>\n

Her hands made countless meals that no restaurant could compete with.<\/p>\n

Her hands held mine as I timidly walked into school that first day.<\/p>\n

Her hands taught me to look upward to a Father that is always there.<\/p>\n

Her hands held mine as I waited in fear as the doctor stabbed my arm with that needle I so feared.<\/p>\n

Her hands gently put bandaids on skinned knees and elbows.<\/p>\n

Her hands reached for me when a bully from school said ugliness and held me close.<\/p>\n

Her hands braided my hair countless times.<\/p>\n

Her hands worked countless hours taking care of others so she could take care of us.<\/p>\n

Her hands took care of her own mother as her mother needed care.<\/p>\n

Her hands turned pages of her beloved books passing that love on to me.<\/p>\n

Her hands worked so hard, to pay for the endless things she blesses us with.<\/p>\n

Her hands clapped with pride as she watched me graduate.<\/p>\n

Her hands held me tight before she released me into the world.<\/p>\n

Her hands wiped tears from my face as the world hurt me at times.<\/p>\n

Her hand adjusted my veil as she watched me leave her home into my own.<\/p>\n

Her hand held the phone close to her ears, covering the distance between us to be part of mine.<\/p>\n

Her hands held with joy her grand babies.<\/p>\n

Her hands continued to be filled with babies, wet diapers and wet kisses.<\/p>\n

Her hands made eggy rice, curries, dosas, carrot cakes that seemed to disappear as soon as made.<\/p>\n

Her hands welcomed little bodies into her bed for snuggles and cuddles.<\/p>\n

Her hands welcomed the now big bodies that still found their way into her bed.<\/p>\n

Her hands clasped together always praying for protection for all the hearts her hands held close every day.<\/p>\n

As her hands aged, their beauty only increased. Each line or scar a memory of times those hands loved. As her hands now rest in my hands, as I hold her hands, knowing it is time to let go of those hands that loved me so much, I feel tears falling that her hands can no more wipe. As I release the hands that have always been in my life, I feel strong hands from above gently wipe my tears with the promise of my hands being reunited with her loving hands, some day soon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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