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Daddy's Hands


I remember daddy's hands folded silently in prayer, and reaching out to hold me, when I've had a nightmare. You could read quite a story in the calluses and lines, years of work and worry had left their mark behind.

I remember daddy's hands how they held my momma tight and patted my back to something done right. There are things that I've forgotten that I loved about the 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 til they bled, sacrificed unselfishly just to keep us fed. If I could do things over, I'd live my life again, and never take for granted 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.

JJ..............Nov.17,2000



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