They
They
They worked hard,
They scrubbed pans,
They cleaned floors,
They were ugly and bruised.
They wrote with chalk,
They typed out letters,
They held on to trains,
They were hard and rough.
They slogged in the sun,
They planted in the fields,
They cooked food with wood fire,
They were scarred and blistered.
They stitched clothes,
They brought food to eat,
They slogged many hours,
They were old and wrinkled.
They blessed me,
They held me,
They cared for me,
They were absolutely beautiful:
The hands of my parents.