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My Mother’s Hands

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These hands turn 80 this summer.

These hands have picked strawberries, made jam, kneaded bread, rolled pastry. They have decorated birthday cakes, anniversary cakes and wedding cakes.

They have changed diapers, washed clothes, sewn dresses, mended seams, darned socks, stitched buttons, ironed pleats.

They have tied shoelaces, braided hair and wrapped presents.

They have stroked sweaty hair from fevered foreheads, wiped away tears, plucked thorns from fingers, applied bandages, massaged aching muscles and held the hands of the dying.

Despite arthritis, they carry on.

They sweep, and weed, and plant and water. They rake and prune.

They don’t know sign language, yet speak.

Tonight, when they have put down the secateurs, and washed up, they will pick up a fork. And enjoy a meal made by the daughters she raised.

My contribution to this Mother’s Day meal? Dessert. Of course. At my mother’s request it is pavolva. “And with the yolks,” she said. “Make lemon curd. No need to waste the eggs.”

Your wish is my command.

 

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0 Responses to My Mother’s Hands

  1. Carolyn May 13, 2012 at 12:09 pm #

    Lovely, Charmian. Hope you and your mom enjoy Mother’s Day. xx
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    • Charmian Christie May 14, 2012 at 6:50 pm #

      Thanks, Carolyn. We had a lovely family dinner with lots of laughs. And pavlova with lemon curd. :-)

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