A tribute to my mother who ever she was: My motehr's hands sofe, warm, and wise sometimes strong, sometimes weak Never failing can't give up always picks herself back up. My mother's hands caring, caressing, scolding, pointing, showing me the way Always praying, never failing to pray. My mother's hands baking, mending, helping. Many years of working many  years of hardship many more hardship to come. My mother's hands always moving never still each line so fine what stories they could tell. My mother's hands wipes away each tears helps me through the years. My hands are now like my mother's hands Please Heavenly Father show me the way give me the courage to carry out my day.