As a little girl I held your hand tightly
For the world was a scary place.
As the years went by our clasp loosened
As I became eager to explore
Then the day came that we both let go
And I was able to walk alone.
Whatever I have faced in my life
I’ve known your hand is always there
For me to hold, if I need.
The warmth of your love
And guidance of your hand
Has steered me through the crowd of life
To bring me through.
Now as the years pass
I hold my hand out to you
For I will always be there
If you ever need me.
Take my hand and together
We can walk the rest of the path.
Trina Graves – 21st October 2001
About This Poem
When I was about nine or ten, I wrote a poem for my mum called Mother’s Hand. My mum still has it! So, when I began writing poems (as an adult) I wanted to have a go at re-writing it for her birthday.
I can’t believe it was almost seventeen years ago! And there was me thinking she was getting old reaching sixty-three, but in very few years I will be that age!!! Over the years I have written quite a few poems for my parents as they always love to receive them on special occasions. My mum will be eighty in October, so hopefully I will be up to the challenge of writing her something she will treasure. Now, as each birthday, anniversary and Mother’s/Father’s day comes round I begin to doubt that I can come up with something, but when I ask for guidance, it always comes. 🙂