Son-Day: "Daddy's Hands"

For my daddy, my babies' daddy,

the daddies of my grandbabies

and my Heavenly Daddy


Daddy's Hands
Holly Dunn
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 callouses 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 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.
I remember Daddy´s hands,
working 'til 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.
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.

~Happy Father's Day!!!~

...God bless today, and each day here after...