Mama’s Hands

Mama’s hands were always steady,

Held me tight when I was scared,

In the kitchen, always ready,

She taught me love was shared.

Morning light through curtains sifting,

She'd wake us up before the dawn,

Coffee brewing, sun was lifting,

I'd find her in the yard at dawn.

Mama’s love, it knows no ending,

A lighthouse in a stormy sea,

Her gentle ways are never bending,

She's always watching over me.

Evenings on the porch swing talking,

Stories ‘bout her younger days,

Through the fields we'd go walking,

In her heart, I’d always stay.

Baking pies and Sunday roasts,

Her laughter filled the room,

She’d lift us up when we were ghosts,

With her warmth, she'd chase the gloom.

Mama’s love, it knows no ending,

A lighthouse in a stormy sea,

Her gentle ways are never bending,

She's always watching over me.