mothers day poem
Hers are the hands with a loving touch
Hers are the hands that do so much
Her arms are full of warm embrace
A gentle smile upon her face
She is the one who holds you dear
Her love grows stronger each passing year
By the many names she is known
Each incarnation clearly shown
A woman of virtue strength and joy
Whether child be girl or boy
Praise this mighty woman for there is no other
Creature so blessed as your mother
Hers are the hands that do so much
Her arms are full of warm embrace
A gentle smile upon her face
She is the one who holds you dear
Her love grows stronger each passing year
By the many names she is known
Each incarnation clearly shown
A woman of virtue strength and joy
Whether child be girl or boy
Praise this mighty woman for there is no other
Creature so blessed as your mother