Sunday, May 13, 2012

My Mother's Hands

My mother’s hands
with their
and prominent veins
were rarely still.

I remember them
folding laundry
mending clothes
ironing shirts
scrubbing floors
polishing woodwork
painting cabinets
washing windows
pulling weeds
grading workbooks
cleaning cupboards
paring potatoes
peeling apples
rolling pie crust
sewing doll clothes
baiting fish hooks
playing catch
moving game pieces
dealing Flinch cards
working puzzles
cutting cattails
arranging wildflowers
skipping stones
holding hymnals
reading stories

They taught me
to work
to play
to read
to pray
to parent.
Thanks, Mom.

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