3 result(s) for Mommy’s Hands Poems.
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Sunset Whispers
Mommy's hands, like brushes fine,
Paint bright sunsets, a love divine.
With every stroke, the colors blend,
In twilight's glow, her dreams ascend.
Crimson rays kiss the fading light,
Soft whispers cradle the coming night.
Her fingers dance on canvas bare,
Creating worlds with tender care.
In every hue, a story spun,
Mommy's hands weave magic, one by one.
As day departs and shadows play,
Her painted skies chase blues away.
Mommy's Hands
In tender folds, her fingers weave,
The stories of our lives, believe.
Each line a whisper, love’s embrace,
In every curve, a sacred space.
From bedtime tales of courage bright,
To quiet prayers that bless the night,
Her hands, a map of joy and care,
Crafted tales, beyond compare.
With calloused palms and polished grace,
She wrote her dreams, in every trace.
Through labor's grind, through silent tears,
Her hands have held our hopes and fears.
The ink of sacrifice, love's decree,
Each scar a chapter, each hug a plea.
In every stroke, her heart expands,
A universe within Mommy's hands.
Mommy's Embrace
In gentle cradle, hands entwine,
Soft as whispers, warm as wine.
Fingers weave a tapestry,
Of solace wrapped in memory.
A touch that soothes the aching heart,
In every crease, love's quiet art.
With every stroke, a story told,
A bond of strength, a hand to hold.
Through storms that rage and shadows cast,
Her hands provide a shelter vast.
In tender gestures, hope ignites,
Mommy's hands, where comfort lies.
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