These are the hands you loved,
In whose grip content to be
You were, forsaking all else.
Tenderly loving, yet strong;
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Mother's Hands
These are the hands you loved,
In whose grip content to be
You were, forsaking all else.
Tenderly loving, yet strong;
They guided you through life's throng.
Nurtured you all the day long,
Soothed many a fevered brow,
Calmed many a fretful nerve,
Wiped away many a tear -
Turned your sadness into song.
Shaped what you are now.
Through the darkness or the light,
Like angel wings ever poised;
Aged, still for you they live.
Rest in Peace Kay. I was honoured to know you.