• Poem

    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. (Also read : Expectation of Hope Better than Regret for Action) 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…