Mother’s Hands
| Mother’s hands took us to school Mother’s hands in the morning Mother’s hands rain, protecting us Mother’s hands act as awning Mother’s hands would hold our face Mother’s hands held the tears Mother’s hands brail our face Mother’s hands read our fears Mother’s hands held compassion Mother’s hands would bake Mother’s hands give us her ration Mother’s hands give not take Mother’s hands lined by caring Mother’s hands not smooth Mother’s hands map understanding Mother’s hands every groove duncan wyllie |
