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!