This isn’t exactly a Mother’s Day poem; however, I gave it to Momma just to remind her that I know what she did for me.

Momma's Hand

Within every man
is a desire to stand strong,
a desire nurtured by
love.

Love remembers
Momma's soft whisper
and then a kiss
on scraped knees.

Love remembers
tears she wiped
away during his
dire days.

Love remembers
lessons and
laughs she carefully
gave, for free.

Love remembers
her slow
step-in-step march
to short toddler legs.

Love remembers
perching on her hip,
a safe space
created for him.

But man forgets-
he forgets to share
from where
his strength comes.

He forgets to
acknowledge
he held tightly
onto Momma's hand,

to thank her
for guiding his walk
toward becoming
a man.