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