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