Acoustic · English
My Mother’s Hands
A song about a mother, told entirely through her hands.
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My Mother’s Hands [Verse 1] Soft lines tracing pages turned at night Calloused pads that held the morning light Fingers curved around a silver spoon Smoothing blankets underneath the moon They kneaded bread and wiped away a tear And pinned my hair behind a listening ear [Chorus] These quiet hands have built a world of grace A map of time upon an open face They never rested, always understood The gentle language of unconditional good [Verse 2] A thumb that smoothed a scraped and bleeding knee Hands that caught the autumn leaves with me They mended torn seams with a patient thread And left a blessing by my childhood bed Though rings are looser on the knuckles now They hold the warmth of every sacred vow [Bridge] And when the shadows stretch across the floor They reach for mine just like they did before Still strong, still steady through the passing years Catching my laughter and catching my tears [Chorus] These quiet hands have built a world of grace A map of time upon an open face They never rested, always understood The gentle language of unconditional good
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