My Mother’s Hands

My mother’s hands where always there.
Letting me know how much they cared.
They would clean my room and brush my teeth.
Buy me shoes to put on my feet.
Practicing softball in the back yard.
Letting me know it wasn’t to hard.
Making my dress for the big dance.
Always letting me take a chance.
All the quilts her hands would make.
She would always give and never take.
How talented she is in every way.
I love her more every single day.
My mother’s hands have never changed.
Some how they have always stayed the same.
Now they are different in one small way.
They hold her grandchildren when they want to play.


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