My hands are yours mum
I see in them your lines
The same bone structure
The same skin; nails
As I held your tired hands
Those last few times, mum
I felt your warmth; your love
Now they are here to remind me
Of your earthly days
Though I cannot touch you
Though you have gone from me
Here in these hands of mine
I see; I feel; you; within me
I feel your bloodline pulsing
Your genes make me who I am
For your precious loving hands
I thank you...
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