Mother’s hands have seen
hard work
Mother’s hands have been
hurt
She tends and cares for all
she loves
She works hard to keep them
fed
She gives everything to keep
them clothed
The movements of her hands
never cease
They are the ties that bind
them to her
They are ceaseless; forever
kind
Though her eyes may go blind
She never stops to think of
herself
She is self-less in her work
Always they must come first
Her heart’s blood she gives
for love!
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