Hands

Years of scrubbing and Milking cows and labor Wrinkled hard worked hands At night prayed for savior Changing diapers Cooking food Heart always Thoughts of good A mothers hands Well worn scrubbed Days of labor No crown she dubbed To children mom Was number one From dawn till dusk All chores were done Papa worked but Not as hard Mommy worked from Dawn till dark Cold sick cries out Mom is there Hugs and kisses Have no fear Father sleeps to Get up to work Mom is tired No sleep for her Worn out hands A mothers curse Work never ends A lovely verse