My mother’s hands are strong.
They cook amazing dishes like empanadas, parmesan mashed potatoes and a crown roast of pork.
They sew beautiful dresses, skirts and stunning tops.
They are masterful in crochet but learning to knit.
The are able to turn a simple window into a beautiful fabric adorned masterpiece.
They are skilled with tools and have turned ordinary pieces of wood to creative crafty pieces of art.
They are magic on the top of my head where she has spent countless hours playing with my hair.
They hold a precision that can be seen in her handwriting and attention to detail.
They are what I always hope my hands to be.
They are my mother’s hands.