A Mother's Hands
Her hands are for holding
Clapping and scolding
Her hands are for pointing
Counting down the warning
Her hands are for wiping up
Tears, dirt and spills
Her hands are for hugging
Paying doctor bills
Her hands are for patting
Pulling and pushing
Out of bed, here we go a driving
Her hands are for tying
Shoes, bows and ties
Put them on; braid it, time for church smiling
Her hands are for hiding smiles,
Laughter and glee, when that child
Says something they shouldn’t be
Her hands are for rubbing
Backs, bellies and booboos
When they're sleeping, sick or hurting
Her hands are for praying
‘Lord please keep them safe,’
Loving, caring and hoping
Copyright © Sarah Sublett | Year Posted 2017
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