HANDS THAT HOLD

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His hands have built, his hands have fought,
Yet in them lies the love he's brought.
They wipe a tear, they hold a child,
A man's love strong, yet always mild.

With roughened palms and fingers worn,
His hands have toiled, and labored born.
Yet in their touch, a gentle care,
A love that's fierce, yet soft as air.

They hold the weight of all he's known,
And still, they offer comfort, and a gentle tone.
A man's love strong, yet always kind,
A heart that beats, with a love of mind.

        -CORDELIA

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