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The Hands That Cradled Me
by Harbina Randhawa
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  She's a flower,
Who's fragrance freshens me when I'm tired.
She's a pillar,
Who's strength supports me when there's strife
She's the hand,
That picks me up when the chips are down.
She's the stream,
Who's sip invigorates me when I am worn out.
She's the eyes,
That prods me to do my best.
She's the prayer,
That God listens to, to help me achieve.
She's the farmer,
Who tills the soil of my potential.
She's the inspiration,
That goads me to do my best.
She's the balm,
That soothe my sores.
She's the protection,
That shields me from life's harshness.
She's the speech,
That lulls the storm within me.
She's my mother, the light of my soul,
I am her child, her life, her reason to be.

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May 13, 2007
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