These hands soothed my laboured body with a back rub
Passed a tissue of comfort
Cleansed away unmentionable bodily fluids
Guided emerging new life
Lifted precious cargo to my breast
Gently clothed my naked babe
Carefully examined places most would shudder at
Skillfully stitched my flesh.
The hands that felt the growing life within were usually cold,
But they were connected to a warm heart –
A heart full of cheerfulness, respect and hope.
These hands were an instrument of God’s blessing to me.
I call these hands beautiful.
Margaret passed away earlier this month after a short battle with cancer. She helped me deliver 9 out of my 10 babies. I loved her.