Our Mother's Hold

Once tiny hands raised for mother's lift,
Two hearts would beat in one embrace.

Now hands open into heaven's closing reach,
Where mother's hold in waiting meets.

To share our mother's final days,
To console her in affection's wrap,
To comfort her moment's need,
To see her grave made full,
Is a blessing both beautiful and complete.

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Dedicated to those who now attend their mother's end.