You hear my pain when everyone else goes deaf
You always make smile when I think I can’t.
You listen to my secrets and make them yours.
You give me a hug when I can’t find my voice.
You wipe away the tears that the world makes me weep.
You mean more to me than you’ll ever know.
You’re my best friend.
You’re my guardian angel.
You’re my mum!
i never thank you enough for listening to me.
i never thank you enough for protecting me from the things i shouldn’t do.
i never thank you enough for guiding me in the right direction.
i never thank you enough for putting up with my mood swings and arrogance.
i never thank you enough for without a doubt being there for me.
i never tell you enough how much i love you mum.
you mean the world to me, but i don’t tell you enough.
but no matter what, i always will love you mum, no matter how much we argue, or
how much you anger me, i’ll love you till the day i die.
Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.
Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn’t always show.
Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.
Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harm’s way.
Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.
Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be.
Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me.
