Family (Father Mother I Love You)

A family is like a circle, the connection never ends and even if at times it breaks in time it always mends. A family is like the stars somehow they're always there. Families are those who help, who support, and always care. A family is like a book, the endings never clear, but through the pages of the book. Their love is always near. A family is many things with endless words that show, who they are and what they do, and how they teach you so you know, but don't be weary if it's broken or if through time its been so worn. Families are like that-they're split up and always torn, but even if this happens your family will always be they help define just who you are and will be apart of you eternally. Family, we may not have it all together, but together we have it all.

Actually, talking about family, especially about Mom always add sweetness to the words. My mother is beautiful, kind, the kindest of ladies, gentle, humorous, springy, enamored of life and she is concerned, she laughs when I laugh, she cries when I cry, she lives when I live. I can't say more about her except that she lives for me and I live for her. In fact, she is a special one.

Dear my Mom, I may not like you always. We may have arguments and fights sometimes. But, there’s one thing that you should know, that I have you as a great Mom, Momy I love you more and more everyday. And this is for you ...

Mom's Hands

To the strongest woman I will ever know, my Momy. At first glance Mom's hands may seem crippled and meek. She flinches when you bump them and her grip is quite weak. But these hands are a reflection of the woman inside, although burdened with limits, still strong with pride. When opening a jar seems too great a task, it's only after great hesitation that she finally asks. Don't let that mislead you for you must understand. It's not what they can't do, but rather what they can. These hands have the strength to raise a family right, to wipe away every tear and hold you real tight. They come together each day in prayer and whenever you need them, they're always right there. So, if these hands don't appear all that tough, remember they're full of tenderness and love and for me that's enough.

Her Hands

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 quick to show me that she would take care of it all.
Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.
Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.
Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harm's way.
Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.
Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be.
Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me.

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