Mother’s Hands

Happy Mother’s Day to every mother, but especially to my own mother who guided, taught, encouraged and loved me through my childhood and continues to do so.  May I be as loving a mother to my own children has you are to yours.  I love you!


Motherly hands are full of strength
no width, no depth or measurable length
They squeeze, they sooth, they nurture us
with love, they tend without a fuss

Hands of steel, hands of cotton
babies scream, powders bottom
Holds the book, stories told
turns out the light, hands of cold

Making breakfast, gripping firm
disinfecting, preventing germ
Washing clothing, washing dishes
protecting dreams, encouraging wishes

Hands wearing rough from age
mother’s hands surviving wars we wage
Hand held heart of mother’s trust
forgiving fingers wisely dust

A mother’s heart is full of love
her hands, extended from above
Softly patting, sternly true
the hands of mother, guiding through

Jon Coe

Have a Blessed Sunday, Everyone!

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About Erin Phelan

Born and raised in western Michigan, Erin came to Polyface first as an intern in the summer of 2009. While here she met and got to know Grady Phelan, an apprentice at the time. The next spring they were married and after a couple years in Oklahoma they are back, working as sub-contractors for Polyface. Erin keeps herself busy with the jobs of a wife and mother, as well as helping with the animals, gardening, sewing, cooking, baking, knitting and reading.

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