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In My Mothers Hands

Fingers, old and wrinkled
In my view, great beauty
For in my Mothers hands
A flow of memories

The first hands to hold me
One of love to show
Hands of soft caressing
Comfort that I know

Two hands of protection
As we crossed the street
Hands of the embracing
Of friend that we did meet

Hands of food preparing
Nourishment entice
Hands of planting, cleaning
One of sacrifice

Hands of wisdom finding
In time of letting go
Hands of embrace returning
True love to bestow

Reflection of the heart
As instruments of love
I still rely upon them
Of praying from above