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 there to brush my hair, or do a ponytails.
Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I did my works.
Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harms.
Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help me behave myself.
Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me.
And now i really miss her hands after she away from me till forever.
Today is my late mum's birthday. I wish i could hold her hands again but i knew i can't do that. I miss you so much mother :'( alfatihah.
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 there to brush my hair, or do a ponytails.
Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I did my works.
Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harms.
Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help me behave myself.
Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me.
And now i really miss her hands after she away from me till forever.
Today is my late mum's birthday. I wish i could hold her hands again but i knew i can't do that. I miss you so much mother :'( alfatihah.
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