Hands that rocked the cradle...From the moment of my birth, Their tender
touch remembered...By those still on this earth.
Soft as silk those hands...That taught me how to pray, Banishing
childhood fears;...They soothed each one away.
When I grew much older...And troubles came my way, Those hands caressing
mine...Did more than words could say.
Mother's hands were gentle,..They're missed so very much, I'd give the
world to feel once more..Their warm and tender touch.
Those hands were full of comfort...Now they lie at rest, But memory
holds them close...To the ones they served the best
