Such beautiful, beautiful hands!
Though heart was weary and sad
Those patient hands kept toiling on
That her children might be glad.
I almost weep when looking back
To childhood’s distant day!
I think how these hands rested not
When mine were at their play.
Mother in gladness, Mother in sorrow,
Mother today, and Mother tomorrow,
With arms ever open to fold and caress you
O Mother of Mine, may God keep you and bless you
–W. Dayton Wedgefarth