She Had Hands and Fruits of the Spirit

She Had Hands

One of the first things I notice about a person is their hands. They reveal so much about character. Some hands are locked and cold and others soaked in love. My mother’s hands were small and I remember them just as vividly as her face, both simple and unadorned. Our big family required a lot of those small hands. Always busy. I never saw her raise her hand or her voice. If there was ever a test of wills among the kids, all she had to do was say their name and hold her hand up slightly, and it was like Moses and his staff. We wanted to stay in her grace because her hands held the key that unlocked the gate to her blessings.



She had hands that rocked the cradle

She had hands that washed the clothes

She had hands that built the fire

To keep the family warm

Hands so small and gentle

Strong as an old oak tree

She had hands

Faith


She had faith when disappointed

She had faith when times were down

She had faith to keep on trying

Knowing things would turn around

Faith to keep on smiling

Till the sun come, shining through

She had hands

She had faith

Time




She had time to smell the flowers

When good-times come around

She had time to plant a tree

And watch it grow

She had time to sit and listen

To the words of a troubled heart

She had hands

She had faith

She had time

Tears

She had tears for all the lonely

She had tears in the time of joy

She had tears welled up in her eyes

When the kids would sing

She had tears to fill a river

But I never saw her cry

She had hands

She had faith

She had time

She had tears

love


She had love for the little children

For the weak and the very old

Love for the meek at heart

Love for the strong and bold

She had love for the child that tried and failed

And come back home to stay

She had hands

She had faith

She had time

She had tears

She had love


Soul


She never owned a diamond

Or lived in luxury

She came in the world with nothing

And that's the way she'll leave

But she gained the one possession

You take with you when you go

She hand hands, she had faith

She had time, she had tears

She had love

She had soul

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MsDora 5 years ago from The Caribbean

Beautiful tribute to your mother! So Voted!


Husky1970 5 years ago

Absolutely beautiful. Well done.


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drbj 5 years ago from south Florida

What a lovely tribute to your mother, Maggie Lee. I am certain she was always very proud of you, Ann. I know I would be.


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writer20 5 years ago from Southern Nevada

wonderful poem for your mother. I totally enjoyed it.


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Rosemay50 5 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

What a lovely tribute to your mother Ann, I bet she was so proud of you.

The video song was lovely and all the old photos.

Loved it all


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oceansnsunsets 5 years ago from The Midwest, USA

Ann, this was so precious to read, and the photos are lovely. What a gift your mother is to your family, and what a treasure of a gift you gave back. Now it has come full circle, I love it! What an encouraging piece too for other mothers and parents out there. I love that you both celebrate the love and wonderful teachings and influence of a wonderful mother with others. Wonderful hub!


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anndavis25 5 years ago from Clearwater, Fl. Author

Ms. Dora..Thanks for stopping by. Have a wonderful day!


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anndavis25 5 years ago from Clearwater, Fl. Author

Husky 1970. Thank you for the vote.

drbj...I don't think Maggie Lee experienced pride, but she seem to enjoy motherhood.

Writer20..I haven't seen you on here lately. Glad you enjoyed the poem

Rosemary, I feel pride in my children, but I don't think my mother did. We just had a mutual admiration. Mothers and daughters are a tight relationship.


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anndavis25 5 years ago from Clearwater, Fl. Author

oceansnsunset, Glad you enjoyed the read. Yes, it is a message to enjoy your parents while you have them. Celebrate!


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makusr 5 years ago from India

annadavis,

Greetings from MAKUSR. What an emotional poem you have penned. Yes, hands do tell about a person. Quite a handful.

Lots of Love,

MAKUSR


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prasetio30 5 years ago from malang-indonesia

This was so beautiful and very inspiring us. You come up with tons of messages. Thanks for writing and share with us. Well done and Rated up!

Prasetio


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anndavis25 5 years ago from Clearwater, Fl. Author

Makusr..Touching with the hand can sometimes heal. Pass it on.

Prasetio, thank you. I really do want to reach a heart or two. :-)


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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia

up, awesome, and beautiful Ann:) A great heart warming tribute you have written here. Your layout was brilliant. When you think about it, you can feel the connection with the hands. It is almost like the seeing love in the eyes. This is a great article Ann, well done.


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Hyphenbird 5 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

Your sentiments and writing are lovely. I do believe your mother felt pride as well as love. And the hand photographs are just beautiful. You could do a photo gallery with them or put the into a gift book with poems. Your tribute to your mother is touching and heartwarming. Thank you for that. I miss my own mom SO much.


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anndavis25 5 years ago from Clearwater, Fl. Author

Mothers and daughters...What a bond! Thank you for your comment. Just when I'm thinking I will get off hubpages, you encourage me.

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