Mother's Hands

by Janie Emaus

My name

I wrote my name on the tree,

but the time washed it away.

I wrote my name on the road,

but the rain washed it away.

I wrote my name on my hand,

but the soap washed it away.

Today,

I write my name on the birthday card,

and I'll send it to my mother.

I know it would be there forever,

just as the one in my mother's heart.