Mama’s hands-

I saw you hide your hands in line,
Behind that lady fair,
I noticed too, hers soft and white- immaculate from care.
But ma, I say, it’s no disgrace
To have working’ hands like you,
And had she lived the life you have,
She’d have hands just like it too.

But her have never hauled in wood,
or worked in God’s good earth.
They’ve never felt the bitter cold,
or chopped ice for waiting stock,
They’ve never doctored sick ones,
or dressed a horse’s hock.
They’ve never pulled a hip-locked calf,
or packed water to the barn.
They’ve probably never patched blue jeans,
or had worn old’ socks to darn.

They’ve never touched a young’s,
Or caressed a fevered head,
With hands so gently folded,
all night beside his bed.

They’ve never scrubbed a kitchen floor,
or done dishes every day.
They’ve never guided with those hands
a child who lost the way.
They’ve never made a Christmas gift,
shaped by a loving hand.
They’ve never peeled apples,
Or vegetables they’ve canned.
They’ve never worn a blister,
Or had calluses to show,
For all they’ve done for others,
And the kindness I know.

So you see, my dearest mama-
Yours are hands of love.
And I bet the Lord will noticeWhen he greets you from above.

i love you mom! God bless you. when you would grow old, i will look after you, the way you care for me as a child.

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please hear what i say

Don’t be fooled by me.
Don’t be fooled by the face I wear.
For I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
Masks that I am afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.
Pretending is an art that’s second nature to me,
but don’t be fooled.
For god’s sake don’t be fooled.
I give you the impression that I am secure,
that confidence is my name and coolness is my game,
that the water’s calm and I am in command,
and that I need no one.
But don’t believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface
Is my mask, ever-varying and ever concealing?
Beneath lays no complacence.
Beneath lays confusion and fear and aloneness.
But I hide this. I don’t want anybody to know it.

I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear of being exposed.
That’s why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
A nonchalant sophisticated façade, to help me pretend,
To shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation.
My only hope and I know it.
That is, if it’s followed by love.
It’s the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
From my own self – built prison walls,
From the barrier I so painstakingly erect.
It’s the only thing that will assure me
Of what I can’t assure myself,
that I am really worth of something.
I don’t like to hide.
I don’t like to play superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me,
But you’ve got to help me.
You’ve got to hold out your hand
Even when that’s the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
The bland stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.

Each time you’re kind and gentle and encouraging,
Each time you try to understand because you really care,
My heart begins to grow wings, very small wings,
Very feeble wings,
But wings!
With your power to touch me into feeling
You can breathe life into me.
I want you to know that.

Who I am, you may wonder.
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet,
And I am every woman you meet.

Paint brush……….

I keep my paint brush with me
Wherever I may go,
In case I need to cover up
So the real me doesn’t show.
I am so afraid to show you me,
Afraid of what you’ll do- that
You might laugh or say mean things.
I am afraid I might loose you.
I would like to remove all my paint coats
To show you the real me, true me,
But I want you to try and understand,
I need you to accept what you see.
So if you’ll be patient and close your eyes,
I’ll strip off all my coats real slow.
Please understand how much it hurts
To let the real me show.
Now my coats are all stripped off.
I feel naked, bare and cold,
And if you still love me with all that you see,
You are me friend, pure as gold.
I need to save my paint brush, though,
And hold it in my hand,
And I want to keep it handy
In case somebody doesn’t understand.
So please protect me, my dear friend
And thanks for loving me true,
But please let me keep my paint brush with me
Until I love me, too.

i fear .................

I fear smiling to you, my beloved,
Because you would just know, its fake.

I fear crying to you, my beloved,
Because then you might get drowned in the never ending sorrow.

I fear keeping alighted in me, a hope,
Because these flames around suffocate me.

I fear expecting dreams to be realities,
Because cruelty lingers around, which can kill me on bed………….

I fear the fear that creeps in my mind,
Because the broken pieces are sailing, they are nowhere to meet.

I miss myself, the one who used to kiss her in the mirror,
Today I shy away from my eyes, because the mirror knows my realities.

I fear people noticing me……..
Because then I’ll be scrutinized for being me.

I fear light, my beloved,
Because the only reason, darkness applies to me, to all my days and nights.

I fear being confident on road,
Because the walks have learned to be alone, sharp throws and hurt prone.

I fear my fear of being so fearful
Because I was proud for being bold to fears.

From where have all these made a place into me………..?