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Within Her Hands

hands, light, love, mothers

As May is the month for honoring mothers, including Mary, the Mother of God, Mother of all the living in Christ, I’m sharing a poem that I wrote a few years ago for my own hard-working, devoted, talented, and generous mother. This post continues my exploration of poetry, so any and all comments and suggestions/corrections are greatly appreciated. 

 

Mama

Within her hands, now rough and worn,

A little girl once held the morn,

Once swept the stars and shook the tree,

And played with possibility.

Then clutching fists could only pray

When hopeful dreamings slipped away,

And learn to beat and dig and tear,

To toughen skin and smother care.

And yet, within her hands I find

The strength to live outside my mind;

The world she formed with blood and pain

Has housed a little girl again—

Misshapen, yes, and less than planned,

But never lost within her hand.

© 2019 Christina Chase


Photo by Natalya Letunova on Unsplash

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There once was a cripple…
who wasn't afraid to acknowledge that she was a cripple or to share her life of wonder, struggles, sorrow, and joy with perfect strangers. Here I am.
Join me as I explore the reality of divine love in the flesh, reflecting on what it means to be fully human, fully alive.

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  1. Ah, Christina, as I read this, I felt a tear slip down my cheek and I realized you could wring tears from a rock! I’ve spent the last half hour thinking of my own sweet mama and how her gnarled, bent hands, once soft and smooth, guided me through a difficult childhood and beyond. Your poetry digs down into the reader’s soul and allows sweet memories, and gratitude, to surface. Your mom is so blessed to have such a lovely and grateful daughter!

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    • If I am lovely, then it’s because my mother and father sacrificed with great love — and their love is why I’m a grateful daughter. I’m glad that your mama raised you well and is with you still in your mind, heart, and life. Think how soft her hands will be again…
      You are a blessing to me, Sioux!

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