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My mother’s hands washing potatoes washing kids washing pans. My mother’s hands on bitterly cold days ******* yet more washing on a pregnant line the line growing nothing but nappies her hands blind with the cold. My mother’s hands ironing clothes ironing clothes ironing countless knickers for my seven sisters. My mother’s hands taking my hands in hers such love...such laughter! My mother’s hands patting talcum powder on another baby’s *** Mum being Mum. Me, kissing my mother’s hands for all...they’ve done.
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Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
MY MOTHER'S HANDS
My mother’s hands washing potatoes washing kids washing pans. My mother’s hands on bitterly cold days ******* yet more washing on a pregnant line the line growing nothing but nappies her hands blind with the cold. My mother’s hands ironing clothes ironing clothes ironing countless knickers for my seven sisters. My mother’s hands taking my hands in hers such love...such laughter! My mother’s hands patting talcum powder on another baby’s *** Mum being Mum. Me, kissing my mother’s hands for all...they’ve done.
donall-dempsey
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Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
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