My Mother's Hands

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A single photo – no words – capturing a moment. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.
– From ‘Her Hands’ by Maggie Pittman

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Corinne Rodrigues

A lover of words. A self-acceptance blogger. A blogging coach. A book reviewer. A woman happily journeying through midlife, moving from self-improvement to self-acceptance and enjoying being herself. I write about life, wellness, relationships at Everyday Gyaan. An avid reader, I review books at CorinneRodrigues.com and offer coaching to writers and bloggers and anyone looking to explore their creativity at The Frangipani Creative, located in Secunderabad, India.

Reader Comments

  1. writershilpa

    Beautiful words!
    What would we do without our mothers!?
    Just holding her hand makes me feel so confident, even now, at this age. Although gentle, her hands have the strength to move mountains!
    <3

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