My Mother's Hands
My Mother's Hands
My mother's hands are special.
Soft and tender is how they feel,
and strong and firm when I did wrong.
My mother's hands are busy all day long.
They wipe alot of runny and messy noses.
They weed the garden and pick pretty roses.
My mother's hands wipe away my tears.
They hold me close to chase away my fears.
My mother's hands are happy ones.
They bake cakes, pies, and sticky buns.
They do alot of chores and things.
They clap and wave when she sings,
but most of all they stay busy
when she prays for me.
Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts
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