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Cool and Fair Hands of Mother

Cool and Fair Hands of Mother

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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