Her Hands!!!

Her hands that held the softness of her baby’s skin!
Her hands that caressed her child’s cries
Her hands that washed the poos and puke yet tendered and nurtured her growing one
Her hands that made food with love and care… and fed those hungry tummies
Her hands that hugged and fostered a terrified child and her imaginary demons in the bright nights
Her hands that played with toys and, pushed her cheerful child on the swing and relentlessly pressed the sea saw when she happily screamed ‘higher, higher’.
Her hands that were never held back when she had to discipline her stubborn one yet calmly hugged and embraced later

Her hands now wrinkled and crinkly and her child now a woman but still those hands make the lip smacking food that is simple but heart- warming
Her hands still gently caress her girl’s hair when she is tired and felt failed
Her hands still touch a part of her girl when all seems lost
Her hands still wait to feel her girl’s face
Her hands still gives warmth and strength
Her hands never ceases to lose that love
Her hands are that of a Mother!!