Mother's hands A Mother's hands tenderly wiping a tear Or protecting from anything causing fear Loving hands depended on to do so much A pat on the back, a comforting touch Holding a baby, helping a child Guiding a teen who begins to run wild Hands that so often reached out to hold Somehow knowing, just when to let go. Now moving more slowly, as time takes its toll These hands, full of love, are more precious than gold. © Sharon Langan |