Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MY MOTHER'S HANDS, by ANNA MIKESELL BYERS


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MY MOTHER'S HANDS, by                    
First Line: Soft and gentle
Last Line: Of my dear mother's hands.
Subject(s): Aging; Hands; Mothers


Soft and gentle --
Soft and gentle as the petals of the rose
Are my Mother's hands.
In childhood she stooped
And clasped my face
With her dear loving hands,
And smiled away my tears.
Soothing and cool
Upon my fevered brow
Were my Mother's hands;
The hands that seemed
To hold me here when Death
Was entering in.

The tragedies
That come with life,
Sorrows, blighted hopes
Are all vanquished by the touch
Of her dear healing hands.
Age has placed its mark
Upon my Mother's hands,
But only Death can take away
The power to soothe and heal.
No! Death can not take
From these soft and gentle hands
The power to soothe and heal.
Forever I shall feel the touch
Of my dear Mother's hands.





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