There was nothing in her hand
as she reached to pick him up
but he grabbed her fingers with eager hope
knowing that mommies always have something to give.
She wondered how her heart could hold so much love.
It was full and overflowing,
And every day she held it out as an offering
Hoping it would find approval
Hoping it would be enough
Hoping he would see
And one day remember her hands
full of that never-ending mother love,
strong and unbreakable,
held onto by the fingers he worked to unfold.