Woman

i will always remember
the weathered hands
of my mother
a testament of her
strong will hidden
under her timid demeanor
a product of culture
traditions cuffed tight
to her wrists
as she raised six
forever indebted
my mother, my saviour
my woman
weathered hands i will never
let go

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