I  Remember Mother's Hands

Yes mom, I remember the thing you can not say to me right now.

I remember soapy bubble baths and your hands in my hair and on my back.  I remember how you kneeled by the tub  watching as I played with my boats until my fingers wrinkled up
And the water got to cold for me to say any longer.  I remember the special way you could wrap me up in that huge towel and carry me to bed. You would carry me to bed and let me cuddle up to you.I would play with your ears 'til I fell asleep. I remember the song you would always sing to me about me being " un pedico"( this would forever be my song). I loved the smell of Pond's Face Cream on your face , and I remember that sometime you would fall asleep before me. I loved to watch the way you would make your lips pop as you pushed the air out.

Your hands never seemed to stop always busy taking care of our needs and wants. Sewing , cooking , cleaning, consoling, even in prayer.b

I remember your hands held together in prayer. I knew when you held up your one finger I needed to wait because you were talking with Heavenly Father. It must have been very important because sometimes you were crying
Sundays were different. I remember your fingers working up and down your Beads with Jesus swinging on the end as we sat in church .
Dad was home all day.  I remember dad falling asleep as he rested his head on your lap and you ran your fingers through the little hair he had and over his shiny scalp.

I remember what a hard time I would give you about eating. I know you tried your best. I remember you trying to shape my beans and rice and a little fahrina into " ballinhos"so I might eat them.

I remember our Long  walks from the doctors on the Eastside of Providence  to home with a stop at MacDonald's along the way.  My hand in yours as we walked and talked about hopes and dreams and days of old back in Brazil . A bus might have been quicker but I treasure this time alone with you.

These hands sewed countless badges and patches from cub scouts through boy scouts without complaint .

I remember the back of your hands wet as you wiped tears from your eyes. I am sorry for the tears that only a child can bring. Fears and disappointments . I have also seen tears of joy and pride. I know that your tears were always full of love no matter what the reason may have been.

You have alway said a mother can be to hundred children but a hundred children could never be to one mother. Now as a father I begin to understand. Now as I help you to do the things your hands can not do anymore I understand . 

I have not forgotten the love I have felt in those beautiful hands .  No,  I have not forgotten, not yet.

   
   Tia  you are look beautiful, and always do. you are my favorite Aunt. I will 
miss you and love You forever, your niece Odette  and Family

To my dear aunt,

I will miss you everyday.

Love always

You will always be in our Heart and prayers...

Love always,
Danny, Audrey and kids

God call home a very special angel.we were all Bless to have her in are lives. Mike and I are sorry for your loss. Mike & Joann Beeh

Tony and I are so sorry for your loss.  Your mom was such a beautiful person inside and out.  She will be missed.  Tony & Mary Camara

OBITUARY

Marcina A. Lourenco

May 18, 1926 – November 12, 2012

Quinn Hopping Funeral Home

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