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My Mother's Gentle Hands

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My Mother used to comb my long hair.

When she hit a tangle I would cry

out in pain.

 

She would place her gentle hands

upon my head and whisper, "I'm sorry

darling but you must endure the

pain so that your hair will be shiny

and beautiful."

 

When my life hits a tangle I long for

my Mother's gentle hands to ease

the pain.

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Jon

Fri 23rd Dec 2011 21:27

Really nice piece Shirley.I can feel the emotion in this!

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Amy Houston

Tue 21st Jun 2011 19:53

This is such a lovely piece Shirley. I felt how much you must miss your mother and I am going to give mine a big hug after reading this.

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