Dear gentle hands have stroked my hair And cooled my brow, Soft hands that pressed me close And seemed to know somehow Those fleeting moods and erring thoughts That cloud my day, Which quickly melt beneath their suffrage And pass away. No other balm for earthly pain Is half so sure, No sweet caress so filled with love Nor half so pure, No other soul so close akin that understands, No touch that brings such perfect peace as Mother's hands. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE THAW by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SMALL SELF AND THE LIBERAL SELF by JAMES GALVIN I'M GOING BACK TO SOMETHING by DAVID IGNATOW BONDAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MATE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON COLD HANDS WARM HEART by KAREN SWENSON |