Momma's Hand

I saw you hide your wrinkled hands
Behind your timid self called fear
I easily noticed the veins from those hands
Because they have always gave me care

I say it’s no disgrace
To have working hands like you
I wish I did all you did for me
I’d have hands like you too

The hands that has hauled down trees
And worked severely in God’s great earth
They’ve felt the bitterness in the cold
And warmed up those with cold hearth

They’ve touched the young in heart
And caressed the fevered head
With hands you’ve neatly carved
My cherished little cradle bed

They’ve scrubbed the kitchen floor
And done lots of dishes each day
They’ve guided orphans and prodigals
Who somehow had lost their way

Every year they’ve made Christmas gift
Accepted by friends with both hands
They don’t only care and guide
But has directed many to the promise land

They’ve worn bruises and blisters
And have many calluses to show
For all they’ve done for me and others
The tale speaks and everyone knows

So you see my dearest mother
Yours are the hands of love
And I bet the lord will easily notice
When he greets you up above

Caleb A. O.
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