My Mother's Hands
My mother's hands
Pure and dear
Caring spheres that teach the essence of life
Her strong palms shine brightly
As they feed the fruits of God
As they sing the dreams of tomorrow
As they teach the skies of love
My mother's hands
Loving and caring
A bountiful harvest that never dries
Always green, always serene
Forever a gift, a blessing of breath
And as i look at my own hands
And my children's hands
And my children children's hands
I see a continuation of the gift
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