MOTHER'S HANDS

Hands that rocked the cradle
From the moment of my birth,
Their tender touch remembered
By those still on this earth.

Soft as silk those hands
That taught me how to pray;
Banishing childhood fears,
They soothed each one away.

When I grew much older
And troubles came my way,
Those hands caressing mine
Did more than words could say.

Mother's hands were gentle,
They're missed so very much,
I'd give the world to feel once more
Their warm and loving touch.

Those hands were full of comfort,
Now they lie at rest,
But memory holds them close
To the ones they served the best.

© Marian Jones

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