My mother’s hands <br /> <br />washing potatoes <br />washing kids <br />washing pans. <br /> <br />My mother’s hands <br />on bitterly cold days <br /> <br />pegging yet more washing <br />on a pregnant line <br /> <br />the line growing nothing but <br />nappies <br /> <br />her hands blind <br />with the cold. <br /> <br />My mother’s hands <br />ironing clothes <br />ironing clothes <br />ironing countless knickers <br /> <br />for my seven sisters. <br /> <br />My mother’s hands <br />taking my hands <br />in hers <br /> <br />such love...such laughter! <br /> <br />My mother’s hands <br />patting talcum powder <br /> <br />on another baby’s bum. <br /> <br />Mum being Mum. <br /> <br />Me, kissing <br /> <br />my mother’s hands <br /> <br />for all...they’ve done. <br /> <br />****** <br /> <br />My Mother's Tears - A Haiku <br /> <br />Magpies and nappies <br />growing on the Winter line. <br />My Mam...tired...crying.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-mother-s-hands-4/
