It's in the way I hold a pen,
It's in the way I write,
Left-handed... Just like you.
With a smile on your face, you'd remind me that I was left-handed because I couldn't do anything right... Just like you.
You guided my hand with every stroke of each letter,
And watched intently as I learned to do it on my own,
Allowing me to make mistakes,
Observing me from a distance as I became proficient in writing every letter.
But now your hand is all I want,
To guide me once more,
Because my writing will always need improvement,
And I will always need you.
So one day when your grandchildren ask why my B's curve the way they do,
I'll tell them Mama taught me.
