Mama's hands always dirty,
they are always rough,
they are always scratched
because mama is always working.
working to feed us,
working to make us clean,
working to mould us,
into adulthood.
from mama's hands we were fed,
from them we drunk porridge,
from them we were scrubbed and bathed
because mama cares too much for us.
I'm forever grateful,
to mama's hands,
that made me be,
whenever I imagine of mama's hands,
tears gather at the corners of my eyes,
because I want to make mama happy
to make her hands smooth,
to make them soft again.
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