Ken Jordan Poet Light Verse

Mama's Hands

Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Mama's Hands
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: February/2013

I remember 
mama's hands,
and how 
worn they were -

Most days                                          
Mama,
would work        
sixteen hours
pressing clothes
to earn her pay -

She would 
come home weary,
barely standing 
on her feet -

Yet,
Mama's hands 
would cook dinner,
wash, 
and iron clothes
for the next day -

I use to 
look at her,
and 
wish that 
I could
do something
to help mama
make it through -

But, 
mama would smile
and say,
"Mama's gonna
make it baby" -

"I'm gone do
what I always
do" -

"Don't worry
child,
everything's
gonna be okay" -

And 
right at
that moment,
mama's hands                                     
would fold 
in prayer-

She would pray
for
 a blessing ,
and 
a brighter day....
without
despair -

I would 
kiss mama,
and say:
Good night,
as I went
on my way -

And 
before
I could fall
asleep -

I could hear
Mama's hands
sorting
through bills
she had to pay -

At some point
mama would
close her eyes
to rest her body
for another
sixteen.......

Sixteen hours
of pressing clothes
to earn her pay....

I remember
Mama's hands -

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