妈妈的手满分作文 母亲的手

母亲的手  

童年的我们被呵护着，一双温柔白皙的手，带来无私的母爱。恍然间，那双手已经不再温柔了，甚至有些粗糙，但那双手依然给我们带来温暖。世界上有种最无私的爱，那就是母爱，无论沧海桑田，还是天涯海角，母爱永远难以割断。记忆深处的那一双手，总是母亲的手。
Night after night
she came to tuck me in
even long after my childhood years. Following her longstanding custom
she'd lean down and push my long hair out of the way
then kiss my forehead.
I don't remember when it first started annoying me — her hands pushing my hair that way. But it did annoy me
for they felt work-worn and rough against my young skin. Finally
one night
I shouted out at her
"Don't do that anymore —your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything in reply. But never again did my mother close out my day with that familiar expression of her love.
Time after time
with the passing years
my thoughts returned to that night. By then I missed my mother's hands
missed her goodnight kiss on my forehead. Sometimes the incident seemed very close
sometimes far away. But always it lurked
in the back of my mind.
Well
the years have passed
and I'm not a little girl anymore. Mom is in her mid-seventies
and those hands I once thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my family. She's been our doctor
reaching into a medicine cabi for the remedy to calm a young girl's stomach or soothe the boy's scraped knee. She cooks the best fried chicken in the world... gets stains out of blue jeans like I never could...
Now
my own children are grown and gone. Mom no longer has Dad
and on special occasions
I find myself drawn next door to spend the night with her. So it was late on Thanksgiving Eve
as I slept in the bedroom of my youth
a familiar hand hesitantly run across my face to brush the hair from my forehead. Then a kiss
ever so gently
touched my brow.
In my memory
for the thousandth time
I recalled the night my young voice plained
"Don't do that anymore — your hands are too rough!" Catching Mom's hand in hand
I blurted out how sorry I was for that night. I thought she'd remember
as I did. But Mom didn't know what I was talking about. She had fotten — and fiven — long ago.
That night
I fell asleep with a new appreciation for my gentle mother and her caring hands. And the guilt that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.