Kiss the Hands of Your Mother
Kiss the hands of your mother-
wrinkled and dry;
The hands that changed diapers,
wiped and cleansed.
Roughened by time and labor,
cradled you to sleep.
Hands that tried to give comfort
times you were listless.
Kiss the hands of your mother,
praying to God in tears.
Your safety and your welfare,
is always in her plea.
The hands that had to let go,
so you can grow.
Arranging mementos of you,
all she has now.
Kiss the hands of your mother,
cherish and caress.
The hands brought you this far,
in love and sacrifice.
Kiss the hands of your mother,
while it is still warm.
Place your hand in her hand,
Thank God for mothers.
Kiss the hands of your mother-
wrinkled and dry;
The hands that changed diapers,
wiped and cleansed.
Roughened by time and labor,
cradled you to sleep.
Hands that tried to give comfort
times you were listless.
Kiss the hands of your mother,
praying to God in tears.
Your safety and your welfare,
is always in her plea.
The hands that had to let go,
so you can grow.
Arranging mementos of you,
all she has now.
Kiss the hands of your mother,
cherish and caress.
The hands brought you this far,
in love and sacrifice.
Kiss the hands of your mother,
while it is still warm.
Place your hand in her hand,
Thank God for mothers.
![Mother and child in a Rose](http://lh3.ggpht.com/-TJU4sal9IAw/UY7oCXRLsaI/AAAAAAAAAVg/WR_TRLF4wLM/BB_Photo.png)