The Left Hand

My mother had beautiful hands, and she was left-handed. Most people who are left-handed aren't known for their penmanship, but my mother's handwriting was quite lovely. She was often asked to sign or make out certificates, because her use of cursive was so beautiful and unique. I have many letters, recipes, and cards from her that I cherish. When I think of her left hand, I think of all she did for me. The nights that she held me and comforted me, while sick. The meals she made, the times she brushed my hair, or created crazy hair-do's. The clothes she made for me, the work she did for many years. And I remember holding her beautiful left-hand as she suffered before her death. I took a special picture, so I could recall holding her hand, and remember our incredibly close bond with each other. After taking that picture, I started noticing her left hand, in so many of her pictures, and I began to cherish that hand, that touch, I'll never forget! In his hands, Lisa