Mother's hands are gentle and kind,
A soothing touch that eases the mind.
They work hard, day in and day out, Tending to us without a doubt.
Her hands can cook up a storm,
Creating meals that keep us warm.
They clean and scrub with all their might, Making everything look just right.
When we're sick, her hands provide, Comfort and care that we can't hide.
They hold us close and wipe away tears, Taking away all our fears.
Mother's hands are strong and true, Guiding us in all that we do.
They shape us into who we are,
A shining light, a guiding star.
So here's to mother's hands so dear,
May they always be near and clear.
For without them, where would we be? Lost in a sea of uncertainty.
©kami
K