She was my mother too

Don’t think of her as gone away her journey’s just begun, life holds so many facets this earth is only one. Just think of her as resting from the sorrows and the tears in a place of warmth and comfort where there are no days and years. Think how she must be wishing that we could know today how nothing but our sadness can really pass away. And think of her as living in the hearts of those she touched… for nothing loved is ever lost and she was loved so much. Xx

Mother's Hands By Marian Jones © Hands that rocked the cradle From the moment of my birth, Their tender touch remembered By those still on this earth. Soft as silk those hands That taught me how to pray, Banishing childhood fears; They soothed each one away. When I grew much older And troubles came my way, Those hands caressing mine Did more than words could say. Mother's hands were gentle, They're missed so very much, I'd give the world to feel once more Their warm and tender touch. Those hands were full of comfort Now they lie at rest, But memory holds them close To the ones they served the best.