Her hands… Gently folded to say a prayer Quickly fixed for you Stitches they made Bread they made The ground they cultivated Tears they wiped The unsung hands of a mother! Those hands guided Those hands cared Those hands held They did… The unsung hands of a mother! A little harder they tried A little…… Continue reading Hands unsung!
I see my hands;they tell my story, I look at hers and his;they tell their story, a story never told by any! Our stories are all different by our hands, We all say our hands have touched different seasons of life, We say our hands have touched the hot or the cold, Our hands have…… Continue reading Hands