My Mothers Hands

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    My Mothers Hands



    They lifted me in childhood

    They wiped away my tears

    They held me close in comfort

    Dispelling all my fears

    They scrubbed and cooked and gardened

    They were busy every day

    They spanked me when I needed it

    And led me all the way

    Her heart is good and kind

    Her beauty I could boast

    I love everything about her

    But I love her hands the most

    Her heart is filled with love

    And love has its demands

    This labor of love speaks to me

    In my Mothers hands

    For my Mother
    May 10, 2009
    Debra Anderson

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    WordSlinger commented on My Mothers Hands

    09-22-2009

    awesome, what about cookie dough, and coloring with ya, and what about I say that I love this poem...

    ramblingrose

    09/23/2009

    Yes all that too! Thanks

    Hampton commented on My Mothers Hands

    07-19-2009

    Beautuful tribute to ones mother written with love expressed throughout.

    MAFLongfellow commented on My Mothers Hands

    07-17-2009

    JUST BEAUTIFUL DEBRA, SHOULD BE ON A GREETING CARD. MARILYN

    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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