MOTHER’S HANDS Oh my god mother’s hands Hands bathing childhood Breastfeeding hand Hand in hand with the foolishness Swinging hammock, hot afternoon Late night blanket, hand to comfort dream Holding the baby in the windy day Hands gently fanning, voice lulling Mother’s hand guides me step by step The clumsy feet of the beginning Mother’s hands lift her child into adulthood Away from you for a few days, Mom is waiting. How many times have I fallen, my mother’s age hurts? Hard days with a young child Mother only hands, but all Love spreads forever… Mom, under the shadow of…