My Hands, Your Hands

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“Our mothers always remain the strangest, craziest people we’ve ever met.” 

― Marguerite Duras

My hands that held yours 
in the last months of life 
have now become your hands 
a parchment of antique white 
Though memories of you never leave  
In dark shadows of missing you, 
I only need to touch my own skin 
and our love comes shining through

With each swiftly passing day 
as my hair becomes silvery grey
I see more and more of you 
in my twinkling warm eyes and 
delicately lined translucent face 
for mother dear I am you 
and you are me in all
our wondrous aging grace

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: MTB The Body and Poetry

Author’s Note: Day 9 of National Poetry Writing Month.

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

18 Comments on “My Hands, Your Hands

  1. This brought a lump to my throat, as my hands look almost exactly like my mother’s. I hadn’t thought about this for a long time.

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  2. Nice poem, Linda. Both of my parents died before we could get back to Nebraska to see them for the “last”. We were flying almost to Omaha over many, many pillow clouds. The lady across the isle said she thinks of an Angel sitting on each little cloud. Mom died about that time, we were so close.
    I’m doing NaPoWriMo also, as Jim1Jim1. Been doing it since 2015.
    ..

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  3. How tender, intimate — how beautiful! So very well written. The gift of knowing who your mother is and seeing her beauty reflected in yours. Wonderful post Linda!

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  4. I was just thinking of this too – we become more and more like our moms as we grow older. This touched me deeply as it is so true. I love how you gave tribute to her Linda.

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