The week before she fell and broke her hip
I had taken Mama in for her regular check up
Then to my house for family dinner
On the way I had reached out to take her hand
And she wouldn’t let my hand go
The whole way home
Her hands used to bake the best bread I ever tasted
Her hands sewed the fancy little baby dresses
I wore as a wee one
The lace covered nightie with matching robe
She made for me the Christmas after Daddy left us
The wedding dress and veil I wore
As a nineteen year old bride
Her hands are now twisted with arthritis
And lay against white hospital sheets
With I.V. drips going into her veins
My house is decorated for Christmas
But instead of shopping, baking, and the usual holiday preparations
I sit with my siblings and ride the roller coaster
Of the daily ups and downs of Mama’s fragile health
And we take turns holding our Mama’s hand
In the hospital room
And we won’t let Mama’s hand go
The whole way home
Still following,
Elizabeth
update~ As I sit next to Mama’s bed as she naps I am amazed at her improvement over the past two days. I believe this is a direct result of all of your prayers. Thank you kind friends! When she came to the hospital my siblings and I thought she just may be going home to heaven, but she is definitely much improved since then.







