Hands of Strong Woman

The hands that folded at night to pray
Were the hands that were used to protect her mother each day
The hands that were used to prepare them food
Were the hands that were constantly tortured and abused
The hands that folded at noon to pray
Were the hands that played in the the deep red clay
The hands that pushed him, shoved, and scratched
Were the hands that patted each sibling on the back
The hands the folded at morning to pray
Were the hands she used to reach out and yell, "mama can i stay"Her hands had so many jobs to do
Her hands even helped her get ahead in school
Her hands, her hands oh they loved to pray
A mighty women with strongs hands she never once lost her Faith

Dedicated to my Mama...I love you