H A N D S
These are the hands that held us as babies
These hands braided our hair
These are the hands that buttoned our shirts
These hands bathed us with care.
Her arms hugged us tightly
And her hands held us close
When we were worried or scared
She'd be on her toes.
These hands planted flowers
These hands sowed some seeds
These hands wrote books and manuals
And filled diaries with her deeds.
These hands are quite tired now
Her body needs rest
Each movement takes effort
Everything is a test.
Prayerful hands
Caring hands
Loving hands
My mother's hands.
I love you, Mom!
