Mama's gentle hand rested in mine before putting me on
The giant yellow school bus and somehow awareness made it known
I could trust these hands with my life
The very same hands that wiped away my silent tears
Hugged and kissed away my fears chased with medicine and cold cloths
The fever from my brow death has taken her from me
Leaving sweet memories behind
O how I wish to feel that loving caress as mama put on my stylish cap
And shinny shoes and after school lessons were done at night
Prepared each meal into a bountiful feast to take the mind off
The poor neighborhood of youthful blues
I watched her hands iron shirt and pants pressed so fine
Mama never asked for much for herself but was always
Giving to others with a smile if you were hungry she would
Put an extra plate on the table  while calling you her pet name
For all ''Sugar'' even in trying and hard times she provided for
Her children
Now in my mind I see my mama on bended knees with eyes closed
In prayer thanking GOD for taking her through another day
Across the falling sands of time in the hour glass
I can still see mama's hands