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Strong As Ever
Mom’s Trembling Hands
Introduction
As the title says, my Mom always had a slight tremor in her hand. She most likely inherited from her father. Her tremor never once slowed her down from anything she liked to do, from driving, cooking, typing, or even when she took golf lessons. However, as she got older, so did the tremor.
This poem is just a short legacy of what she meant to this family. We miss you and we love you Mom. I am the man, husband, and father I am today, because of what she taught us about love, life, and God.
Strong As Ever
Mom’s Trembling Hand
When I look at Mom,
That is not the face I see,
For’ the face I see
Is the face of me.
The same dog that bit Mom,
Accept as we must
Understand, he is chasing
The entire rest of us.
When is our time
To return as a child?
Will there be misery
Or will it be mild?
Tonight as I hold, my Mom’s little hand
Her faint pulse beating, I barely do feel
Remembering she taught me
To always pray, and to always kneel.