Her arms, the first that held me
When my life just began
Caring eyes always watching
As I learned to walk and stand
Days stretched to years
In the hourglass of time
I learned that her special love
Would always be mine
In moments of sickness
Or sadness and such
I knew nothing could comfort
Like her gentle touch
I'm thinking of you, mom
With love unsurpassed
And thank you for giving me
Things that would last
Through all of life's seasons
Through calm seas or rough
We both have the blessing
Of God's gentle touch
Karen Shaw Matteson
©2001
Read more of Karen's poetry at
Lasting Light Poetry
