Archive for May, 2011

A Mother That Prays

Friday, May 6th, 2011
by Jazzmyne Davis
 
Her hands are my shield to protect me through the storms.
When her palms are palm to palm
And her nose is placed between her palms my world is blessed.
I feel her as I watch her pray with broken hands
That have lost their soft texture from many nights
Of bathing me, and cleaning.
Her praying hands have been my comforter.
My pillow to lie on when I’m hurt
And when it seems my world has crumbled.
Her praying hands makes me smile in the morning
When she rubs my face to welcome me to another day.
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