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Journal of Texas School Women Executives, Volume I, Issue 1 2012 My Mother’s Hands Lu Anna Moore Stephens

My mother’s hands were seldom idle They touched the stove and the fridge They helped my sister and me As we tried to build a bridge She held our hands She showed the way…she helped with something new. She loved us so, she told us often We loved her in return. Her guiding hands helped us when we stumbled Her faith in us never wavered. When our turn came and we had little ones We needed to show them what to do We remembered Mother’s hands and what she did for us. She showed us love, patience, kindness, reassurance… Her precious hands always held out to us. She became sick. In twenty three hours she was gone. I miss her so. Not a day goes by that I don’t look up And with my hands reach up.

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