Mama's hands rocked me to sleep;
They'd hold me when I'd weep.
Their soft caress relieved all my fears and doubts.
They left no questions about her love for me.
Her strong gentle hands kept my fears at bay,
And as I grew, they were never too far away.
To protect , or comfort me .
Hands, soft, slender, strong, were my security
From life's storms,
And they always had something good
Tucked inside of them
To satisfy all of my childish whims.
Hands filled with love, hope,and peace,
Mama's hands were such a delight for me.
I will always remember Mama's loving hands.
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