Hands
Hands
The first hands I ever knew, once saved me from a fall.
They marked my growing every year, upon the kitchen wall.
They’d comfort me when I was I’ll, hand help to make me better.
They taught me how to hold a pen when I would write a letter
They tucked me in my bed at night, with my favourite cover
The first hands I ever new, belong to my Mother
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