Cool and Fair Hands of Mother
How cool my mother’s hands I feel
How fair my mother’s hands make me smile
Yes, my mother’s hands are cool and fair
They can do anything.
Delicate mercies hide them there
Like flowers in the spring.
Like sunshine in the morning.
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When I was small and could not sleep,
She used to come to me,
And with my cheek upon her hand
How sure my rest would be.
For everything she ever touched
Of beautiful or fine,
Their memories living in her hands
Would warm that sleep of mine.
Her hands remember how they played
One time in meadow streams,
And all the flickering song and shade
Of water took my dreams.
Swift through her haunted fingers pass
Memories of garden things,
I dipped my face in flowers and grass
And sounds of hidden wings.
One time she touched the cloud that kissed
Brown pastures bleak and far,
I leaned my cheek into a mist
And thought I was a star.
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All this was very long ago
And I am grown,
But yet, …..
The hand that lured my slumber so
I never can forget.
For still when drowsiness comes on
It seems so soft and cool,
Shaped happily beneath my cheek,
Hollow and beautiful.
Make me so cool.
When I am in her embrace.
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