Mother’s Hands

Happy Mother’s Day (all you mothers…) 😉

Mother’s Hands

Mother’s hands,

Soft and warm,

Dusty with flour,

Reach gently,

To hold me,
.

Tear-stained,

With skinned knee.
.

A cookie,

Warm from the oven,

Brings a smile.

Tim Keeton
(Undead)Poet / Wizard / Teller-of-tales

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About Tim Keeton

Flashfiction published by Seedpod Pub. Poetry appears in Read Write Poem 2010 Anthology. Founder & creator of the Undead Poets Society
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2 Responses to Mother’s Hands

  1. Reading this poem and the one following it was like chewing on a sweet tart…nice stuff.

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