Saturday, May 13, 2017

Mother's Hands

Hands that pulled up anklet socks
and buckled leather shoes.
That rolled my hair in pin-curls
for Sunday morning do's.
Homemade cakes they baked and iced
for family and friends.
They hung out clothes upon the line
secured with wooden pins.
Mother's hands were full of love;
gentle was her touch.
Her hands were busy dawn 'til dark
because she loved so much.

By Karen, in memory of Mother, Peggy Williams

Your love has given me much joy and comfort...
your kindness has often refreshed the hearts of God's people.
Philemon 1:7

7 comments :

Rose said...

Beautiful poem, Karen.

Happy Mother's Day!

Mildred said...

Happy Mother's Day dear sister. We were blessed with the best mother.
Enjoy your day.

Sandra said...

the perfect poem for today, I really like that Karen. and all so true.. Happy Mothers day

Pamela M. Steiner said...

Oh that was so beautiful! You have such a gift for poetry, and this one rang true about our precious mothers. We were blessed to have been raised by such as these. I hope your Mother's Day is filled with joy and blessings.

Connie said...

Beautiful words, Karen. Nicely done. Happy Mother's Day!

Red Rose Alley said...

Karen, what a wonderful poem. I hope you are having a nice and restful Mother's Day weekend.

~Sheri

eileeninmd said...

HelloKaren, I like your cute poem! I hope you had a lovely Mothers Day! Happy Monday, have a great new week!

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