Held me up in prayer.
Mama’s hands moved mountains and opened doors for me.
Mama’s hands changed my dirty clothes and washed them clean.
Mama’s hands served me every meal, day and night.Mama’s hands cautioned me.
Pushed towards my fears and shielded me against the flaming arrows.
Mama’s hands dispensed her love, a love pure and true, a love that knew no end.
Mama’s hands are now cold as winter’s night.
Mama’s face I won’t get to see again.
Mama’s love I will always remember.
I wrote this for my mum, who missed her mother (my grandmother) so much.