Mother's Hands

Like a newborn baby In its mother's hands For the very first time. Like a marsupial animal Carrying its joey in its pouch, The warmth of abundant love, That transfuses between mother and child. Her hands are fertile soil, Plant any seed in them, It will surely grow and bear fruit. The calming embrace Of her cotton hands, The softness, And feeling of being home. The worries of the world Unable to reach the mind, Sedated by the cushion comfort, Occupied with fantasies Of never leaving this home, These hands of a mother.