A small diamond is on her hand.
Her palms calloused
From the strenuous work she has endured.
Altohugh they are coarse
When the daughter lays in her lap,
The rough skin becomes soft once more.
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I just wanted to let the ones who I have told to look at this poem, that this is not the exact version, that when I submitted it, I changed some words around as I always do.
