How often do we forget hands?
The hands that held us soft and kind
We were only infants at this time
They dressed and cleaned us with love so dear
Can you feel how sacred they are here?
As we grew those hands helped
Us to know just what we felt
They showed us love and taught us strength
Firm and gentle in the same place
Even though when we were bad
They may have hurt us made us sad
But in the end we always knew
We could find safety that was true
So close your eyes and just remember
Love wrapped around you during a cold December.
