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my mothers hands were thick, but kind.
She raised me with all of a mothers love.
My mothers hands were thick.

My mothers hands were thick, but strong.
She would work day and night to provide, never relying on some man.
Cause that was weak in her eyes.
My mothers hands were thick.

My mothers hands were thick, but understanding.
Oh how understanding especially when we would try her patience.
My mothers hands were thick.

My mothers hand were thick, but they could be so gentle.
She wiped away tears fought off both our fears and thru prejudice and pride stayed by my side.
My mothers hands were thick.

My mother could make you fear the hounds of hell or angelic trumpet sounds depending on how she found out you caused trouble.
But she would always hear your side and defend you if she thought you in the right.

My mothers hands were thick 

My mothers hands were thick but held such pride.
She taught me that tho I'm black and she is white I'm still a human and to hold my head high.

You see I'm a mixed baby not wanted by whites cause I'm to dark and not liked by blacks cause I'm to white, but my mothers thick hands gave me a grip to hold so the ignorance humans hold would not suck me down with it.
My mothers hands were thick.

My mothers thick hand were what I needed as I grew up and still grow now into the man that I choose to become.

Yes my mothers hands were thick