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.
Copyright © Reitumetse Motsatse | Year Posted 2022
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