Poems From Inside Me

My Father's Hands

My Father's Strong Hands

 

Strong hand that have faced many years

Strong hands wiped away many tears

Until he passed seventy I never knew my dad like I should

I had taken his love for granted, didn't think that we could

 

Could become friends and share many things

Like the joy that a granddaughter's love often brings

We can share the best coffee, a movie, a book

Pass a well dressed woman and both take a look

 

It terribly sad my mom's been gone four years already

When it happened I never thought my Dad's hands could be steady

But he held us and spoiled us and somehow we came through

Myself when the loss came I didn't know what to do

 

Now time has passed and I still think of my mom

Every time I see the photo my dad keeps of her looking young

He got us through that but he has passed many trials

From being our provider to coaching my writing styles

 

My Dad is a man who was born a world away

In depression then war another time, another day

How he got through so many things

And brought up a family with the troubles that brings

 

Somewhere deep inside we all have the will

To do what he did and prosper still

But my dad did it not for a reward up above

He did it all simply out of love