Treasure Island

Lagaya Evans

(Tennessee)

My Hands


My hands are worn and tattered
They bare age and time
As I look at them now
I can't believe that they're mine

I would look at my mothers hands
When I was a little girl
I would compare them to my own
Wonder when mine would look like hers

Now time has rung true
So many things my hands have done
The familiar look of my mothers
From my daughters and my sons

My hands are tough and hard
From the years of a mothers time
Taking care of my family
As the years leave behind

The hands of my mother
I look down now and see
I just pray that they've done
Half as good as she

Submitted: Sunday, April 02, 2006
Edited: Monday, January 23, 2012
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