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Hands
by Maria Hicks
It’s not your fault -
You were never loved like you love us
Affection was never around
No one told you they loved you or they were proud
A gentle heart and worn out hands
Hands that held your son and daughter
Hands that built a business and
picked up the pieces as it fell
Hands that feel empty
Hands that feel cold
Hands that live for a new day
It’s not your fault
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