Paraffin
I bought you a paraffin Wax treatment for your hands Cos I know the origin Of crust that understands All duties that has come Up for all my years Let me massage your thumb Always risen despite my fails I like to brush out the soil From our tiny allotment Behind your nails it’s coiled To bring us food and endowment ……….. Memory Obligation Trust Hearing Eagerly Rust ……… I need to pamper these hands Clear off anything that pinches Mom, whatever my plans My hand into yours clinches