Mothers hands
So soft and sweet
Warmth is what I found
The complete freedom
Of unbounded acceptance
But now,
It’s tears I wipe
Away from my own eyes
Because it’s,
Mothers hands that are
Calloused and rough.
From years of work
That’s never enough
I can’t face, what I no longer know
A gasping sigh
I just can’t seem,
To let what used to be, go
Such memories,
Sweetly filled with sorrow
Are mothers hands
Before she became
Mother again |