My Mother's Hands
My mother's hands are clever hands
That cook and sew and clean;
And yet they never seem to tire
Of everyday routine.
She goes about her work with pride;
And though her day is long,
She always keeps her heart in tune
And lifts her voice in song.
My mother's hands are helping hands
To those who are in need.
She always thinks of other folks
And strives by words and deed.
To lift the fallen, cheer the faint,
And give them hope anew;
To show them that beneath
Each cloud,
There lies a patch of blue.
My mother's hands
Are wrinkled now;
But in each deep-etched line,
I read the history of her life
And clasp those hands in mine.
-Reginald Holmes
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Always so good, unselfish and kind
None of this earth your equal we'll find
Honourable and true in all your ways.
Loving and faithful to the end of your days.
Loved by your friends and all whom you knew.
One in a million that mother was you
A loving mother, tender and kind,
What beautiful memories you left behind.
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God gave the world stars
and there was beauty,
God gave the world sun
and there was warmth,
God gave the world rain
and there was life,
God gave the world mothers
and there was love
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Mom
Some pass through this world
and leave it as they found it.
Precious souls like you take the time, and do special things to make it more beautiful.
Farewell to a loving hand
Which touched so many.
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