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My mother’s hands

My mother’s hands
never told me they love me.
But when they touched me,
all my wounds
understood that love
needs no words.

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Tom Woody

Date: 8/7/2025 5:01:00 AM

I read your bio. So sorry to hear about your mom. Mine died 11/23 then my dad seven months later, both after a 30+ year estrangement. I've written two poems here for my dad, none for mom yet. Anyway yours here was touching. Some things are understood