My Mother's HandsA Poem by Wild Willow BlueHappy Anniversary..These lines tell us a story one of healing of beauty and of life’s hard work They teach us what we don’t know and they never stop They push us to learn to ride those bikes and cross those streets and to do it by ourselves We never really know how much they influence our lives until we look really, pay attention Take care of the hands that raised you they made you great © 2012 Wild Willow BlueAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorWild Willow BlueOHAboutI am 33. I am gay/non-binary. I started writing in 8th grade. The person whom I started writing because of, I never got a chance to thank. We were never good friends, but we knew each other. I owe her.. more..Writing
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