Mothers' Hands
In this restless realm can there be any greater demands,
Than those entrusted to a Mother's affectionate hands?
Upon her, the destiny of humankind certainly depends,
As her love and tenderness all adversity transcends.
From the moment of birth and upon hearing that lusty squall,
Tender hands caress her precious little one, so very small.
Caring hands that are just beginning a life of devotion,
Praising the Creator with a heart filled with emotion!
Steadying hands will guide the tentative steps of little feet;
Loving hands will prepare nutritious foods to eat;
Healing hands will tend each bruised elbow and knee;
Happy hands will high-five when sharing moments of glee!
Guiding hands will help to avoid life's treacherous shoals;
Teaching hands will assist to strive for noble goals;
Praying hands will keep the focus on worthy things above;
Molding hands will develop character, integrity and love.
When Mother has reached the end of her earthly quest,
And her time-worn hands are gently crossed upon her breast,
God will joyfully hold her hands in His tender palms,
Saying, "Welcome home dear, you were the greatest of Moms!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
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