A Mother's hands are busy
From the early morn until
Evening shadows settle
On the kitchen window sill-
A Mother's hands are loving
A Mother's hands are strong
A Mother's hands are clever
At fixing what goes wrong-
And year by year each one of us
More clearly understands
How many times our happiness
Was all "in Mother's hands"
Doris J. Faulhaber
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