Of the mother and her child
Upon whom she warmly smiled
The child will truly need a hand
To walk a life that's straight, not bent
A mother's hand, may need one each
To teach them speech and and help them reach
So what's the mother then to do
When her duty's clear and true?
With mother's magic, shakes and bakes
She grows hands, as many as it takes
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* original art (16X13, Oil on board) sold recently at a charity auction in Toronto
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