I remember daddy's hands
folded silently in prayer.
And reachin' out to hold me,
when I had a nightmare.

You could read a quiet 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 Mama tight
and they patted my back
for something done right.

There are things that I'd forgotten that
I loved about the man.
But I'll always remember
the 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.

 

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Written by: Holly Dunn ~ Graphics and site by: K. Foley

 

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