MY MOTHER'S HANDS

Copyright July 6, 2023 4:00AM

Written by: Marion Obafemi and inspired by God in honor of my Mother, Mrs. Earnestine Carraway Jackson

MY MOTHER'S HANDS were the first feeling that I felt, never let me down when I needed her help, she was my example of God’s affection

MY MOTHER'S HANDS held on tight to the belt, could strike a fire that made my hard head melt, she was a rod for my correction.

MY MOTHER'S HANDS could stir a pot and a skillet, if you had a hunger pain, she could kill it, with a meal that’s fit for a king

MY MOTHER'S HANDS could make something out of nothing, move a mountain just by her touching, she could make a reality out of your dreams.

MY MOTHER'S HANDS were connected to the arms that gave the best hugs, that eased my pain without the use of drugs, she could stop my tears before they would start

MY MOTHER'S HANDS directed my feet to the straight and narrow path, taught me that hard work plus faith is good math, she led me to the love of God.

MY MOTHER'S HANDS laced up my first pair of shoes, taught me how to follow the golden rule, and fall to my knees and pray

MY MOTHER'S HANDS left a print upon my heart, I will never fall apart, because MY MOTHER’S HANDS are still guiding me to this day.