Bonnie J. Duckworth, Mother's Hands</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=1.htm>Bonnie J. Duckworth</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Mother's Hands</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>This is in your memory, mother<br>I'm holding to my vow,<br>Remembering the gentle hands,<br>That caressed my fevered brow.<br>The pin pricked hands that stayed up late,<br>Making dresses for me,<br>Fitting me patiently,<br>With patterns of tranquility.<br>The floured hands that kneaded bread,<br>Baked cookies, cakes and pies,<br>Using the tender leaven of care,<br>Warmed in your loving eyes.<br>The soil covered hands that tended<br>A garden sowed in tears,<br>For all the weeds you pulled from us,<br>During our growing up years.<br>Your undying love given,<br>In faith to others did fill,<br>All the hearts touched by your hands,<br>With love that's growing still.</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk5.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk5.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>