Grandma's Hand's

I remember grandma’s hand She raised us oh so well She taught us the art of patience And love for your fellow man Oh, how I remember grandma’s Hand.. She held you with her motherly Instinct Although we were her son children She raised us as her own, A mother taken away from her Babies way to soon. I remember grandma’s hand She taught us the meaning of Respect. And learn us to respect ourselves As well as our fellow man.. She cooked and clean, washed our Clothes She nurture she even bath us when We couldn’t bathe ourselves She took on 3 small children including A very small baby in tow.. I remember grandma’s hand''s She would sing while she was in the Kitchen preparing each and every Meal.. Listening to those pots and pans Rattling Her dropping them on the floor She tried to shield and protect us from All the trouble of the world I remember grandma’s hand’s She played doctor on every cut Scratch and Bruises that came along with Young children Grandma’s hand’s She Issued out the butt whipping (ouch) That went along with the hugs But, yet kissed the tears away She handed out sugar cookies And Issue us out doors to play I remember her sitting on the Porch and saying Don’t get in that dirt, be careful Momma baby.. My daddy use to tell her “Ah Momma Let the kids play” The dirt will wash off..I truly remember This..Laugh Grandma’s hand’s Carried a lot of love and Affection I remember my grandmother oh, so Well We call her “Momma Etta”