母亲的手（其一）

​                  儿时，
                  母亲牵我的手，
​                   流淌着一条河，
                        宽阔
                            奔涌而来。

                   现在，
                   紧握母亲的手，
                   如同抚摸一棵树
                       枯瘦
                            筋络分明

                    多希望
                         我就是那条河，
                             润养这棵树
                                  ……

                      母亲的手（其二）

                     母亲的手
                        是除夕夜的
                            一双双
                                崭新的棉布鞋
                       蓬松厚实

                       母亲的手
                          是昏暗灯光里的
                              一碗碗
                                  混着柴火香的腊肉面
                        温热解乏

                         母亲的手
                             是悄悄揣进兜里的
                                 一沓纸票
                                      面值不详却
                           写满叮咛

                           母亲的手
                           在春蚕沙沙里翻腾
                           在锅碗交响中起舞
                           在烈日炎炎下放歌
                           在寒夜漫漫时穿梭……

                          我的
                              母亲的手…

                           
                           母亲的手（其三）

                   以前
                   母亲的手很大
                   撑得起全世界
                   母亲的手很小
                   比针尖还细

                   现在
                   母亲的手很慌张
                   握在掌心
                   像一把沙
                   生怕风吹起
                   像一张纸 
                   皱起一池波