Mothers Hands

These hands have cuddled

These hands have dried tears
These hands have nursed
But these hands have not been released

These hands have washed

These hands have mended
These hands have provided
But these hands have not broken

These hands have waved in sadness

These hands have waved in joy
These hands have waved hello and goodbye
But these hands have not stopped adventure

My Hands have rocked babies

My hands have tickled toddlers
My hands have wagged crossly at teens
But my hands never stop being mothers hands