Gracefully Written

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My Mother’s Hands

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warmth radiates from, 

a pair of hands;

made by the lord,

these hands nurture.

never destroy,

neigh harm or foul;

these hands crafted out of angel dust,

specially made to create;

flesh that dries,

cracks and even bleeds;

hands that have never ceased,

not in their relenting passion,

for caring and compassion,

to bake with love;

hands that untangled furls of hair,

burned by boiling water,

used to plate the food that nourished so many;

these pair of hands remained divine,

raising me and aiding the sick,

never a needy person turned away;

not by these hands.

hands that know the grace of god,

hands that pray for mercy,

hands that still hold me.

these two hands hold my world.