Post by Cougs on Oct 15, 2007 7:20:23 GMT -5
I have a poem to be published soon
in the book titled, "Author of Heaven and Earth"
the poem is title, "My Hands."
My Hands
My hands are worn and tattered
They bare age and time
As I look at them now
I can’t believe that they’re mine
I would look at my mother’s hands
When I was a little girl
I would compare them to my own
Wonder when mine would look like hers
Now time has rung true
So many things my hands have done
The familiar look of my mothers
From my daughters and my sons
My hands are tough and hard
From the years of a mother’s time
Taking care of my family
As the years leave behind
The hands of my mother
I look down now and see
I just pray that they’ve done
Half as good as she
©LSE 2007
in the book titled, "Author of Heaven and Earth"
the poem is title, "My Hands."
My Hands
My hands are worn and tattered
They bare age and time
As I look at them now
I can’t believe that they’re mine
I would look at my mother’s hands
When I was a little girl
I would compare them to my own
Wonder when mine would look like hers
Now time has rung true
So many things my hands have done
The familiar look of my mothers
From my daughters and my sons
My hands are tough and hard
From the years of a mother’s time
Taking care of my family
As the years leave behind
The hands of my mother
I look down now and see
I just pray that they’ve done
Half as good as she
©LSE 2007
