Photos: Baby Hands with Poem

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Mother To Child
by Carol Lynn Pearson

Help me, child, forgive me when I fail you.
I’m your mother, True,
But in the end merely an older equal doing her faltering best
For a dear small friend.



Mother:  Baby’s Primary Life Support.  Grandma:  Additional Support to mother and baby.

Mother’s hands once were tiny and small and Grandma’s hands once were sleek and smooth.  Hands, they reflect the passing of time and, as one season follows another, we move beyond our once established roles into another one.