With these hands
I carried you from infant till the day you could walk
I fed you with water and bread till you became strong
With these hands
I toiled for years, worked the soils for food to come out
I wiped your tears, many times till I lost count
With these hands
I accepted pennies for loads of work, just so you could eat
I built a roof over your head and a bed to rest your feet
With these hands
I’ll hold you and guide you, as long as I live
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