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Created on: December 03, 2008
My Mother's Hands
My mother's hands
Have guided me,
Like a stalwart captain's
Set for sea.
Yet, they were soft,
Each a velvet glove
And always held
The touch of love.
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Mama's hands.
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Motherly hands are full of strength
no width, no depth or measurable length
They squeeze, they sooth, they nurture us
with
Motherly Hands~
Hugs warm and tender are turned into holding,
When boys grow to men and march off boldly.
Going to war.
That
Mama I can feel you
Touch me from far away
It's an everlasting memory
You have such a special way
I feel your hand
My black mother thank you,
mother of the righteous
I thank you,you held me
with your motherly hands
when I was oppressed.
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