By Your Hand

You held me in your arms,

then you took me by the hand.

And when I crossed the street,

you told me to hold on tight.

The light in a sea of faces,

you smiled up at me

as I sang my lines.

Your face all that I remember.

When I fell from my bike,

you were the first one there.

Two broken teeth and hurt pride,

your voice all that I remember.

You were there for my first date

and my first heartbreak.

You took me by the hand

and told me to hold on tight.

You said it was gonna be all right,

just wait and see.

You were right of course –

your love all that’s left.

You were there

when I became a mother.

Unsure and on my own,

you took me by the hand.

You said it was gonna be all right,

just wait and see.

And you were right of course.

Angie now twenty-five.

So many years have gone by

and I don’t call enough

to let you know I remember.

I’m still holding on.

So many miles between us,

but I know you’re there.

The miles don’t mean much

between a mother and a daughter.

Love’s wings able to cross the distance.

©Brenda Baker ~ Caffeinated Ramblings 2017

A poem dedicated to my mother, whose smile can still light any room.