Paint Me A Picture
Mama's Hands...
...Once soft and supple,
As she gently guided me.
Now are twisted with arthritis,
Like the ancient willow tree.
Mama's hands were always gentle,
As she brushed back my hair.
Within them lies a magic touch,
A precious gift so rare.
Mama's hands have shown me,
What it means to be a mother and a wife.
Through those time worn hands,
Mama taught me to share my love of life.
Mama's hands now need my hands,
To ease life's heavy load.
We have come full circle now,
And it's my turn ~
To return the seeds of love she sowed.
© by Sandra Kelly Copyright 2004
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