Mama’s Hands
Mama’s hands, worn yet kind,Knit the hours of each day.Thread loops in graceful dance,Stories spun in the yarn’s sway.With a touch, smoothed my fears,Planted gardens, wiped tears.Gentle strength held us close,In their warmth, love arose.Mending tears in old jeans,Turning soil, planting dreams.Each wrinkle tells of care,Every callus shaped by prayer.Fingers dance on piano’s black and…