Our hands do many things,
they teach, they touch, they give,
they nourish all with tender care,
throughout the years we live

We're daughters, mothers, wives,
we're every creed and race,
we may be home, or on the job,
we share a hectic pace.

Our hands have crossed the world,
A living bridge we've built,
We're Sisters,
of the Quilt.

Written by Sunnyone

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