Mother's Hands

Mother's hands were full
teaching her children
the golden rule
Mother's hands were fast
serving others first,
herself last
Mother's hands were true,
cleaning sticky fingers
covered with glue
Mother's hands changed diapers
feet she held in one hand,
the other held the wipers
Mother's hands were soft before
as the years passed,
they grew calloused and sore
Mother's smile stayed bright
when her skin loosened
and her joints became tight
Mother put family first,
loving them at their best
as well as their worst
her's the lesson we learn:
Mothers were made to love
and give love in return