Mother's Hands

Mother’s hands worked hard

All of her life

Comforted her children

Thru their hours of strife

Mother’s hands disciplined

When she was enraged

Strong as a vise grip

No chance of escape

I watched mother’s hands fold

As she knelt down to pray

I felt her fingers tickle

As we danced and we played

Mother’s hands stayed busy

Taking care of her family

Cooking and cleaning

Along with many daily routines

Mother’s hand covered her heart

When she swore her allegiance

To God and to country

Proud of her American freedom

She wiped away tears

Even after her children were grown

Seldom did I ever see her

Shed tears of her own

Mother’s hands grew weak

As the years passed by

Gently reaching for her

I held her hands in mine

I’ll do for you mother dear

What you did for me as a child

I’ll hold you and comfort you

For the rest of your life

When you go to Heaven

And leave me without you

I can tell you now dear mother

What I’m looking forward to

When the hourglass of my life

Runs out of sand

As I take my final breath

I’ll be joyfully reaching for

My Mother’s hands

© Leatherman 2012