DADDY'S HANDS
I remember Daddy's hands
folded silently in prayer,
And reaching out to hold me
when I had a nightmare.
You could read quite a story
in the callouses and lines.
Years of work and worry
had left their mark behind.
I remember Daddy's hands,
How they held my Mama tight,
And patted my back for some
thing I'd done right.
There are things I've forgotten
that I loved about that man,
But I'll always remember
the love in Daddy's hands.
Daddy's hands, were soft
and kind when I was crying.
Daddy's hands, were hard as steel
when I'd done wrong.
Daddy's hands weren't always gentle,
But I've come to understand,
There was always love in Daddy's hands.
I remember Daddy's hands
working till they bled,
Sacrificed unselfishly
just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over,
I'd live my life again,
And never take for granted
the love in Daddy's hands.
~ Holly Dunn ~
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