My Mother's Hands
Rough and weathered,
yet tender inside,
they have been through it all,
with nothing to hide.
Experienced for a lifetime,
they work day and night,
taking care that everything
is always right.
They caress me with love
and console me when I am sad,
they teach me to behave,
and punish me when I am bad.
They have kept me alive,
and made me what I am today,
I wish, I pray my mother's hands,
with me will forever stay !
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