Daddy's Hands

My sister took this picture of my parent's hands just 2 days before Dad passed away.Four Generation Hands, Grandpa, Dad, Me and Dayton taken Thanksgiving 2006.

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.