Katie had just had her lunch, it caught me unaware

I cleaned some milk up off the floor,

And was sitting in a kitchen chair

I had an independent daughter, like her mother beforehand

When I reached out to trace her little face,

I couldn't understand

When I saw my mother's hand

I have my mother's hands

And I have my mother's voice

And I have my mother's eyes,

Though I have a daughter's choice

I thought I carved my own life

In unknown, uncharted lands

I never thought I'd look down and see my mother's hands

I remember my Aunt Edna - looking straight into my eyes

My eyes, the eyes of a young girl,

Trying so hard to disguise

What I knew she would say to me

As she gently stroked my hair,

"Each day more than the other, you're just like your mother"

I thought it wasn't fair - that she saw my mother there

I have my mother's hands,

And I have my mother's voice

And I have my mother's eyes

Though I have a daughter's choice

I thought I carved my own life

In unknown, uncharted lands

I never thought I'd look down and see my mother's hands

I wanted to be my own self, I thought I knew it all

I'd stomp and buck and whinny, like a young colt in a stall

And I bet I was a handful, thought I didn't understand

I was always in the best care when in my mother's hands

The other night I lay dreaming that my mother held my face

She kissed me on the forehead

And then she took her place

Among the mothers and the daughters

In the ever-changing sands

One by one their time had come when they'd soon understand

They all had their mothers' hands

I have my mother's hands,

And I have my mother's voice

And I have my mother's eyes,

Though I have a daughter's choice

I thought I carved my own life

In unknown, uncharted lands

I never thought I'd look down and see my mother's hands

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