My Mother’s Hands

Study of hands - Leonardo da Vinci


I see my mother’s hands before my eyes

The first caress that I had ever known,

And with a thrill of wonder realise

The hands I see before me are my own.


Where did the decades go, I have to ask,

At what point did my springtime slip away?

Is this mid-summer sun in which I bask

Or has the autumn brought a shorter day?


A mellowing has softened me, I know,

Yet coloured me with richer hue and shade,

And written on my face a map to show

The world the choices I have made.


I too can read the story as I look

Of all the things of which I am a part,

The journey traced in lines upon the book

Within the mirror of an open heart.


There read the fearless laughter of the child,

The joys and grief, the lovers I have known,

The windswept glory of a heart gone wild,

The maiden’s tears, the mother’s love, the crone.


But as I journey on and turn the page

Not knowing what will come or what will be,

Or even if true wisdom comes with age,

I see adventure beckoning to me.


I know my winter holds a longer night

And seasons turn for all things on this earth,

The snowy shroud will cover all in white

That it may sleep, and there await rebirth.


About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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32 Responses to My Mother’s Hands

  1. Sadje says:

    This is what passing of time does. Changes and creates a new us.


  2. Smita Ray says:

    Beautiful. I am absolutely in love with the sketch.


  3. willowdot21 says:

    This is a beautiful poem Sue, a life’s journey , so far 💜


  4. earthskyair says:

    Really beautiful. 💖


  5. Mary Smith says:

    This is a beautiful poem, Sue.
    I’d have to stay I have my father’s hands. My mother’s were so slender I can’t even wear her wedding ring on my little finger – but the sentiments of the poem work just as well for my father’s hands 🙂


  6. Sue, this is such a lovely piece!


  7. judeitakali says:

    Beautiful writing Sue. I can’t find your Thursday write photo prompt to save it in my reader


  8. This is truly lovely Sue.


  9. Jim Borden says:

    beautiful poem about the aging process. it does sort of sneak up on you…


  10. Beautiful, Sue… ❤


  11. dgkaye says:

    Beautiful words, and again, the art. ❤ P.S. I'm unable to 'like' til next Thursday LOL. Unless a miracle happens. I always hit it anyway for posterity ❤


  12. Jennie says:

    Beautiful, Sue!


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