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