She held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
She helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
& she was quick to show me that she would take care of it all.
She was there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.
She helped make all the scars in my heart go away.
Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
& she would clap and cheer when I reached those stars.
She would also push me, though everything instead of in harm’s way.
She would shape me into all she knew I could be.
Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
& now she needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
She is more beautiful than anything can be.
She is the reason I am me..
