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Mama's Hands The hands that rocked the cradle changed the diapers, made the bed, that sewed unraveled clothing fixed the meals that we were fed. The hands that held back papa's wrath when the children made him mad, and dried the tears of sorrow whenever we felt sad. The hands that saved the money so the kids could have some fun that held certificates with pride to show what we had done. The hands that folded nightly as she knelt in solemn prayer to ask of God's forgiveness if it seemed we didn't care. These are the hands that we'll remember as we grow and build our plans' for these very special very loving hands were mama's hands. |
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