Her hands were the one to bathe me
Her hands were the ones to feed me
Her hands were the one to change my clothes
Her hands were the one to tame my hair
Her hands were the one to soothe me
Her hands were the one to catch me when I lost my balance
Her hands were the one to clap for my accomplishments
Her hands were the one to protect me from the monsters at night
Her hands were the one to teach me how to write
Her hands were the one to help me count
Her hands were the one to cradle me to her chest
Her hands were the one to guide me
Her hands were the one to discipline me
Her hand were the one to take me to every appointment
Her hands were the one to work all day and over time
And now her hands are rough
Her hands are cracked
Her hands are wrinkled from old age
Her hands are weak
Her hands are tired
Her hands are aching
Her hands have been through it all, from the beginning to the end
My mother's hands
