Happy Mother's Day

Mother's Hands 

by Theresa Bratko

Mother's hands were never idle

Through the passing years,

Cooking, cleaning, mending,

Or drying children's tears.

With never a complaint or fuss

Over endless chores to do,

She always met each morning

With energy forever new.

Years of hard work tell a story -

Now her hands are veined and blue.

Stubborn fingers won't respond

To tasks they were accustomed to.

Time, quite a demanding thief,

Suddenly forces one to rest.

Yet, for years of serving others,

I'm very sure her soul is blessed!