Mom's hands

Come here quick,
I am sick.
She gave me a pill, 
But still,
I feel very ill.

She gave me her hands,
The pain slowly ends.
Hold me tight,
Say it's alright,
You're my light.

Mom's hands
feel so bruised,
I guess she got used,
Her routine was abused.

Mom's hands
feel so warm,
They always calm
my inside storm.

Mom's hands 
Are bless,
When I'm a mess.