Deer – Poems to Share

My Mother’s Hand

When I was young, I’d hold onto my mother’s hand,It was strong and soft, its guide a gentle demand.She held my hand as the years passed, and I’d grown,Through those years, she helped me to stand on my own. More years pass by, and it’s my husband’s hand, I now hold,A callous, strong hand, withContinue reading “My Mother’s Hand”