By: Imogene Tidwell Persall My Mother’s hands were always busy doing one thing or another, Taking special care of her family’s needs, just like any loving mother. On the rub board, she scrubbed our clothes so clean and bright, Boiled them in a black wash pot, until they became snow white. She would hang them [...]
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My Mother’s Hands
Posted in Imogene Tidwell Persall, tagged childhood, memories, poem, tidwell on March 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »