Copyright July 6, 2023 4:00AM

Written by: Marion Obafemi and inspired by God in honor of my Mother, Mrs. Earnestine Carraway Jackson

MY MOTHER'S HANDS were the first feeling that I felt, never let me down when I needed her help, she was my example of God’s affection

MY MOTHER'S HANDS held on tight to the belt, could strike a fire that made my hard head melt, she was a rod for my correction.

MY MOTHER'S HANDS could stir a pot and a skillet, if you had a hunger pain, she could kill it, with a meal that’s fit for a king

MY MOTHER'S HANDS could make something out of nothing, move a mount...

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