Mathilda Slings

This time in MyMigraine hands instead of a head.

Since i was a little 9year old girl i had to struggle with migraine. Certains closed, a bucket near my bed and the whole day sleeping. And when I did nead the bucket, there always was my mom with her nice cool hands at my head. And when you ask me;"Where is God, in your migraine?" Then I must think about my mothers hands. Hands also risen at Heaven, because it hurts to see your child suffering. Hands, lifted up in prayer......Give health, Lord, give health. In her hands i see and feel, also now in badheaddays the Motherhand of God! The hands are framed with the Hebrew Hey. In the first manuscripts written as a person with lifted hands.

 An ode to my mothers hands and a Hallelujah for God.