They'D
They’d …
They’d cuffed me when in error
They’d hold me when I’d be ill
They’d calm me when in terror
They’d wave to make me still …
They’d smooth my hair back on my head
Before the camera’s eye
They’d touch me when I went to bed
They’d sooth me when I’d cry
They’d wash a million dishes
They’d fold a ton of clothes
They’d help me with my wishes
They’d warm my freezing nose
They’d point at things for me to do
They’d help me with my plans
And that is why I miss so much
My Loving Mothers' … hands.
Copyright © Jack Clark | Year Posted 2014
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