These are the hands you know so well
Can you remember as a child you fell
The palms of your hands were black and blue
Your mother caressed them and made them like new
These are the hands that played the games
With friends you no longer remembering their names
What joy and fun you had every day
Your mother would warn you not to go astray
These are the hands that are deft and nimble
Learning to sew, knit and use a thimble
Each skill was useful and made you aware
That your mother was prompting you and always there
These are the hands that are growing and maturing
Along the pathway of life to the future securing
These are the hands that now bear a ring
Seeking the future and what it will bring
These are the hands that are loving and caring
With family and friends you are always sharing
Years of usefulness they have given
Working through life with such precision
These are the hands seen by others
These are the hands just like your mothers
Jean Thomason
Crewe and District