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A Mother's Hands by Neil McLeod


These are the hands I know and love

I’ve seen them all my life life

They’ve changed of course, as time has passed

through happiness and strife,

and even though it’s been a while since I last held them tight,

I’d recognize them at a glance. Yes, I know them on sight.

These are the hands that changed me when I was babe,

the hands that cleaned and bathed me and held me when we prayed

and comforted when I was sad or bruised or cut or hurt,

or when my knees were bleeding and covered up with dirt

when the night was falling these hands tucked me into bed,

they held the prayer or story book from which my mother read

these are the hands I know and love - I’ve seen them all my life

they’ve changed of course, as time has passed

through happiness and strife, and though I cannot see them,

I know that at the end, they will be there in heaven,

when I take the final bend.

Mother's Day luncheon

Mother's Day Dessert


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