Three Hands Holding Firm

A mother holds her first born son Life and love become one Two hands holding firm When apart he shakes and squirms The cure of a mothers voice Erases any other noise Warmth and warmth together Combining their hearts forever A mother and her first born son Three years later 2+1 Two young boys in her arms Some would say her two little lucky charms Three hands holding firm When apart only one shakes and squirms Together they grow as a family It started before they were standing A mother in between two big boys Grabbing the belt is a mothers only other choice But boys don't cry they take their licks Except when mother decides to grab a big ole switch Hooping and hollering The two boys rant and cry But at the end of the day She tells them everythings all right For a mother with two young sons A mothers work never seems to be done Cooking, Cleaning and dressing To a mother these things are a blessing A blessing full of curses indeed If your a mother you know what I mean Motherhood at it's very best Raising two boys is a mothers ultimate test