the hand

the hand

A Story by Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

large soft white gentle
held me as i walked
the street
showed me how to cross the road
guided me back as i wandered off
found me when i was lost
played games
like shadows in the night
on the wall
wiped away my tears
brushed my school girl hair
turned them into plaits
wiped away my tears
handed me a hankie
bathed me in that bubbly bath
washed my little body
toweled it dry
tucked me into bed at night
peeled the spuds and cooked the evening meals
and delicious desserts
washed up all the dishes and clothes
dryed and ironed the clothes
tidied vaccumed polished house
dusted all the webs
those hands
they were my life itself



as years went on
and i became as old as she had been
her hands become more weathered
brown age spots and wrinkles did appear
the white soft hands
now sat and knitted
jumpers for us all
even as adults
we loved her rugs and things
she made for us each one
we held her hand
helped her cross the roads
helped her in and out of seats
tucked her into bed
brought her tea
in bed and
brushed her thinning hair
we felt the bones come through her hands
as frail as age itself
her bones began to show
the age spots the wrinkles the veins
every mark on her hands
showed her work her love for us
all those years her life
in her hands
she loved us so
i brushed her hair
and kissed
her cheek
Oh how much I
loved my mother so
she has gone for four years now
her hands now white with summer snow
in heaven she waves down to me
one day ill clasp them so

a mothers hand
we held it as she softly goes

© 2018 Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)


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A moving write here Julie, expressing a two-way street of devotion and love. Well said, my friend.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

5 Years Ago

Thanks so much
VALORMORE DE PLUME

5 Years Ago

Welcome even more.
I love this. Reminds me of the hands that nurtured and guided me up to manhood, even the description of these hands have similarities to those in my life. Very deep, touching and well illustrated. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

5 Years Ago

thanks so much
glad you could relate as well
and a wonderful tribute to a person who had loved you unconditionally

Posted 5 Years Ago


Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

5 Years Ago

Yes thanks
this is a poem dedicated to my dear mum
gone for four years now
we were very close
its only as i got older i realised what an angel on earth she was
everyone thought so too
putting others before herself every day of her life her own needs came last every time

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)
Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

Sydney , Australia



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Amateur old poet well not that old but not a young 20 anymore I live to write I write at least five poems ditties every weekend and a few during week I write quickly it just flows and bu.. more..

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