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 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 patted my back for something I'd done right.
There are things I've forgotten
that I loved about that 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 till they bled,
Sacrificed unselfishly just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over, I'd live my life again,
And never take for granted the love in Daddy's hands.

~ Holly Dunn ~