When I am sick they soothe my head,
And straighten covers on my bed,
And bring me trays with drink and food.
My Mother’s hands are kind and good.
When I am hurt they touch me and then
Somehow my hurt feels well again.
When they take my hand and we sit and talk,
Or go together for a walk,
Then I feel safe and good and warm;
My Mother’s hands keep me from harm.
But best of all at night when we kneel
Together and pray, it’s then I feel
God made Mother’s hands to bless,
To love, to guide, to help, and unless
We all had mothers we wouldn’t know
That this is so…that this is so!
~Dana B. Nelson