Mamma, Those Hands

Mamma; Those Hands

 

Look at those hands, aint they beautiful?

Everyone stares at them and calmly whispers, 'you got beautiful hands,'

Similar in different ways yet so unique all together,

Embracing other hands in unity amidst adversities,

Those hands have learnt to hold other hands, interlocked like a beautiful zipper of prayer,

Hands made in the image of God to embrace and show love,

 

Those hands are brilliant, holding the sick and sharing in their pain,

Touching the old and tenderly holding young ones,

Communicating with other hands in ways too deep to understand,

Those hands are the bravest and sweetest,

They are the maps and compasses that help us navigate the path of life,

Bold enough to face any challenge that comes their way,

Hands made in the image of God to embrace and show love,

 

Gone through fierce fire and left with only darks marks to show,

Wiping the tears thereof while still determined to climb up the ladder,

Those hands  work smart amidst all odds to achieve a better future for us,

Open to receive rosses of life while still ready to make lemonades if need be,

Those hands have set ten thousand supper tables yet still more strength lies in there,

Those hands restore hope to the hopeless and offer a home to the homeless,

Hands made in the image of God to embrace and show love,
 

Mamma those hands I adore,

Your hands have been a pillar of strength in our family,

Hands that never give up on us,

Mamma, those hands are beautiful and they will forever be,

Your daughter's left hand scribing,
Mwende.