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    A Mother's Hands
    A Mother's Hands
    A Mother's Hands
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    A Mother's Hands

    By Cledith Cassidy Tolbert

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    This little book of poetry covers nearly 60 years of reflections on everyday life by the author. The vintage style is still fresh and the subjects universal. The warmth and humor in these pages of verse will touch your heart and soul and beg to be reread and repeated. There is something here for everyone, nuggets of wisdom and astute observations of humankind make this a marvelous read.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateFeb 14, 2013
    ISBN9781477298206
    A Mother's Hands
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    Cledith Cassidy Tolbert

    Cledith Cassidy Tolbert was born with a pencil in her hand. She printed her poems before she learned to write. By age 14, she was writing club reports, society news, and community events for the French Lick newspaper, The Springs Valley Herald, owned by J. E. Gruber. She would later become a reporter, news writer, proof reader and news editor for that same paper where she spent 25 years. She has written plays spoofing the school days of yore. Many were staged by her school mates and some, written for West Baden Alumni Banquets, were performed by former teachers to the delight of those present. For a number of years Cledith was a reporter and feature writer for the Louisville, Kentucky Courier-Journal newspaper and the Indianapolis Star. For two years she was a writer and assistant editor of Homespun, a Paoli, Indiana magazine founded by Clifford and Billie Cox. Her poems and feature articles have been published in numerous other publications. Some of her writings make up a book, Jims and Jewels which includes humorous and poignant items from her years of newspaper experience. A second book, Browsing Through the Tree Leaves, published in 2008, was a book of childhood recollections. Most of the author’s life was spent in Southern Indiana. She passed away in March of 2012 still living on her great-grandparents ing farm near French Lick, IN.

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      Book preview

      A Mother's Hands - Cledith Cassidy Tolbert

      A Mother’s Hands

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      by Cledith Cassidy Tolbert

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      Bloomington, IN 47403

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      Phone: 1-800-839-8640

      © 2013 Cledith Cassidy Tolbert. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      Published by AuthorHouse 2/12/2013

      ISBN: 978-1-4772-9819-0 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4772-9820-6 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2012923274

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      Contents

      A Mother’s Hands

      An Eye View

      April

      Barter

      Be Good to Him

      Birthday Wish

      Burger Shop

      The Carnival

      Choices

      Choosing the Gift

      Christmas Avenue

      Christmas Gift

      Christmas Tree

      Corn Dance Kachina

      Day in Monument Valley

      Demise of the Brown

      Departure

      Desert Rat

      Dreams of Yesterday

      Eight Years Old

      Farewell to Santa

      First Night in Heaven

      Forsaken Cemetery

      Greetings, Groundhog

      Happy Hoppy

      Her Letter

      Home

      Hoosier Springtime

      Imagine

      The $100,000 Contest

      J.F.K.

      Journey Back

      The Kindergarten Kid

      King Ache

      Kristi

      Lazy Man’s Prayer

      Let Us Forget Food

      Squirmy Little Worm

      Very Practical Nurse

      Little Creek

      Little Sunshine

      Loonie Bell Free and Minnie Belle Lee

      Lori Ellen

      Ain’t Love Grand?

      Memory

      My Mother

      New Breed

      The Old Home Place

      On a Shattered Marriage

      Optimist

      Our Parakeet

      Pain Power

      Pathways

      Perfect Picture Past

      Politics

      A Portrait in Words

      Power of Speech

      Prejudice

      Rainbow Reminder

      Rainstorm

      Return

      Scrub Lady

      September Sadness

      Sing

      Sons

      So Softly Sways the Sycamore

      Speaking of Birthdays–Don’t

      Stupid Moth

      Tale of Woe

      Thank God for Little Children

      Thanksgiving Back Home

      Thanksgiving Blessings

      They Won’t Let Me

      Till Then

      Timothy

      To a Nurse

      Too Late

      To One too Soon Asleep

      Tourist Tokens

      Tucson

      Turnabout

      Spring Creeps In

      Visit to the White House

      West Baden Miracle

      When Bennie Sings

      Where Are the Dreams?

      Whippoorwill

      Winter Meal

      With Reservations

      Yesterday

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      A Mother’s Hands

      A mother’s hands are rhythmic song,

      Portraying action all day long.

      They sweep and dust and wash the clothes,

      Poke pills in mouths, or wipe a nose,

      Scrub ears and necks and press in pleats,

      Iron stacks of jeans and patch their seats.

      A mother’s hands so quickly go

      They make the busy clock seem slow.

      They soothe a hurt, still babies’ cries,

      Change flour and fruit to luscious pies;

      They help the naughty make amends,

      Applying hairbrush at both ends!

      A mother’s hands with love display

      Perpetual motion every day.

      The child’s uncertain steps they lead

      Unselfishly, they serve each need.

      They seek no praise, make no demands,

      These gifts from God – a mother’s hands.

      An Eye View

      A strip of ocean at twilight,

      A soft and. greenish blue;

      A million golden buoys afloat

      About a single, huge black boat,

      An island nearby of ecru,

      Tall trees as black as night.

      A tender, shining, glowing light,

      A trace of

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