Little Hands

This is just a little something that I wrote one day for my daughter, years ago when she was struggling with the “everydays” of raising her two boys.  I thought it might still be helpful to someone. 

Little hands reach out for mama.
Little hearts reach out for love.
Little voices whisper bedtime prayers
to their Father up above.


When you tiptoe to their bedroom,
and see an angel’s sleeping face,
does your heart fill up with love and fear
cause God has put you in this place?


Little fingers in the kitchen
painting peanut butter scapes.
Little hand prints on the window.
Chocolate mustache on his face.
Playtime noises, children's voices
asking who and what and why.
Lego blocks and puzzle pieces,
on the floor they multiply.


And if sometimes you feel like crying
when there’s so much to do,
being mama to these little ones,
don't forget that God's with you.


Little arms reach out for mama.
Jelly kisses on your chin,
and then you thank your Heavenly Father
for these precious gifts from Him.


Little hands reach out for mama.
Little hearts cry out for Love,
and at night you whisper bed time prayers,
saying, “Thank you God above.”


© Diane Gruchow 2010