• Author B. D. West

Momma’s Hands

Momma’s Hands



Momma’s hands warmed me from the cold.


Momma’s hands timeless and never old.


Momma’s hands tucked me in at night.


Momma’s hands never doing wrong in my sight.


Momma’s hands, healing when I’m sick.


Momma’s hands had sleep finding me quick.


Momma’s hands brushed my hair.


Momma’s hands told me how she cared.


Now that I’m grown


Out on my own.


Momma’s hands comfort me still through the unknown.

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