My mom’s hands are now wrinkled and old
But to me, they are still, precious as gold
They still can soothe us with a touch
I value their ability, so very much
These hands have cooked many a dish
They have helped fulfil many a wish
They have laboured so hard, day after day
They taught us to work, they taught us to play
They were, in our youth, so capable and strong
They warned with anger, when we did something wrong
They also clapped for us, whenever we won
They helped us play games, and also have fun
They now remain folded, to pray for us, all
We see them raised to bless us, on a video call
A tazbee in her hands, is now always there,
To remind us of her constant - tender loving care
We love you, dearest Mummy
Please stay well and strong
May you regain strength
And live well, and long