Daddy's Hands

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 caluses 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 for 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 cryin.
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.

If I could do things over, I'd live my life again
and never take for granted the love in daddy's hands.

Happy Father's Day!

by holly dunn

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