Her Hands

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.

Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harm's way.

Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work.

Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.

Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.

Her hands are the reason I am me.

从我第一次呼吸的那天起，她的手就轻轻地握住了我。

当我迈出第一步时，她的手帮助引导我。

当眼泪开始掉下来时，她的手紧紧地抱着我。

她的手很快就向我表明她会照顾好这一切。

她的手也会推我，虽然不会摔倒或伤害我。

她的双手现在随着年龄的增长和多年的工作而扭曲。

她的手现在需要我温柔的抚摸来擦去伤口。

她的手比任何东西都漂亮。

她的手是我成为我的原因。