For the eyes. For the heart. For the ears. For the feet. For the soul.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

A mother's hands, a mother's love

My mother's hands are always there to wipe my tears, give a hug and mend my repairs, even if it means hand stitching my curtains, or giving my pesky dog love. My mother's hands write me keepsake letters and make me home made soup when I'm sick. Nothing can replace a mother's hands.

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