Monday, May 18, 2009

A Mothers Hands

by: Kyle McKay
In Honor of his loving wife for Mother's Day

Her hands may be a little dry
Her nails are chipped and worn
But her hands wipe wet tears that cry
And gently caress those that mourn
Her hands are clasped each day in prayer
As she pleas for the ones she loves
Such faith to be found on earth is rare
When she supplicates to the Lord above
Her hands will guide through life's dangerous shoals
Catch reaching hands that fall
Helping them strive for higher goals
Coming to the aid of all those that call
Her hands are a sign of selfless devotion
Ever giving to those in need.
They're filled with love deeper than the ocean
Such perfect hands, Indeed!

2 comments:

Unknown said...

wow, what a beautiful tribute!

Jen Olson Brown said...

How wonderful! I could hear your voice as I listened to the words! You are one great poet!