I deeply adore her hands
It withstand the test of time
How did she earned its stripes?
Such a devoted mother and wife.
Hands that brings comfort, warmth
Always want me away from harm
It secures me when I’m in distress
Ever willing to clean my mess
And when my world have gone wild
Her touch reminds be to be kind
It may not be beautiful outside
Her gnarled hands, I take pride!
Written forΒ A to Z Challenge April 2016
An honoring post? Great! π
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Devoted mothers and wives are worthy of a tribute dear. Thank you!
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Indeed it is! π
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Lovely!
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Very sweet. =)
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Thank you for your kind words!
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That poem is beautiful and reminds me of my paternal grandmother π
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I’m thinking of my dear mother while writing this piece, until now she’s still serving us, it extended to her grandchildren. Your paternal grandmother must be extra loving and sweet. Thank’s!
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