From morning until night your fingers moved
Doodling on paper while chatting on the phone
Knitting as you watch TV
Even in the end
Your fingers found a way
To rub more love into our hearts
Opening your bible we sat in awe
To read the letter you left for the generations that began,
You ended with words that made us laugh and cry,
“P.S. Sorry I was such a grouch.”
Even after you died
Your fingers used a pen to offer a final gift
Gazing at the mystery of your life we ponder the unknowable
How many smiles are born from your efforts?
How many belly’s filled?
How much comfort do your quilts provide?
How many rosary beads did you press in worry and hope?
A Mother’s fingers keep moving until
Every itch is scratched
Every cup is filled
Polishing each project with a unique zest for life
Moving to a rhythm orchestrated by palms in a one-pointed prayer
A prayer backed not just by grace
Many daily efforts endorse your vision of love
Each moment you scratch more love into our hearts
From morning until night your fingers move