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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