Soft and gentle -- Soft and gentle as the petals of the rose Are my Mother's hands. In childhood she stooped And clasped my face With her dear loving hands, And smiled away my tears. Soothing and cool Upon my fevered brow Were my Mother's hands; The hands that seemed To hold me here when Death Was entering in. The tragedies That come with life, Sorrows, blighted hopes Are all vanquished by the touch Of her dear healing hands. Age has placed its mark Upon my Mother's hands, But only Death can take away The power to soothe and heal. No! Death can not take From these soft and gentle hands The power to soothe and heal. Forever I shall feel the touch Of my dear Mother's hands. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALLOWED GROUND by THOMAS CAMPBELL LOVE'S CAUTION by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE BEAUTIFUL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SEVEN TIMES SEVEN [- LONGING FOR HOME] by JEAN INGELOW A VISION UPON [THIS CONCEIT] OF THE FAERIE QUEENE (2) by WALTER RALEIGH |