| My Mother’s Hands Her hands so gentle Tenderly Rubbing my back As I snuggled against Her Sleep does not come easy Now as Then She stayed with me Until my dreams Found me Oh, how I Miss those Hands ©2013 Annie Original Poetry | My Father's Hands Strong Yet Gentle Artistic Yet Crafty My father's Hands Always there to lift me up Hold me when I fall My father's Hands Gentle Yet strong Kind and Loving My father's Hands Always there to Support Me Encourage me When I Falter My father's Hands The counterpoint The Partner to My mother's Hands ©2013 Annie Original Poetry |
Both of my parents are now living in the Great Beyond, yet they are always watching over me. I feel their presence daily, especially when I have a difficult or important decision to make. They were married for 47 years before cancer took my Dad the day I was hired for my first principal's position in 1989. Mom went quickly and unexpectedly in 2003. I miss them daily.
Always I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you LOVE. If your parents are still with you, tell them daily how much you love them, show them as often as possible and treasure them always.
As Ever, Annie
Always I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you LOVE. If your parents are still with you, tell them daily how much you love them, show them as often as possible and treasure them always.
As Ever, Annie
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