hese are the hands that care for me
maracuoisly heals the wound on my knee
the hands that lift me up when I fall
always ready to help when I call

These are the hands that clean my room
and taught me how to handle a broom how
to write my name, kick a ball and play a game.

These hands comfort me when I'm sick
show me how to do a trick, they show me
how to paint and draw and pick my clothes
up from the floor.

She has helped me through all my years
and now it's my turn to help and show her
my appreciation.

so dear GOD please bless these hands of mother
and tell her that I love her.