Poetry

Momma’s Healing Touch

My Momma had such gentle hands,
But they had strength to heal;
Her soothing touch could mend my soul
No matter how bad I’d feel.

Her kindly words could stroke my heart;
Each word would ease my fears.
She was always there to comfort me
And wipe away my tears.

When thoughts turned restless in my mind,
She’d take her wrinkled hand
And gently brush those thoughts away;
I always knew she’d understand.

I long so much now for her touch
Since her death caused us to part.
I wish I could take Momma’s hand
And place it on my heart.

Copyright © 1999 by moleta ruth mccarter. All rights