Passionate Souls - Mama's Hands

Mama�s Hands

They were roughed-white
and worn
     compared
to the blushing glow
    of my young skin
and they always felt warm
   filled with a certain tenderness-

but somehow
the seasons
    must have changed
when I wasn�t looking
   and all of a sudden
they were red hot
       like her eyes
and as humid
     as the jungle
on it�s most unforgiving days,

and then
when I thought
I had seen it all
mama�s hands
became blue
shivering
      with a newfound cold,
   and the tenderness
I once knew
         replaced
    with her own brand
of self-appointed misery.