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.
5 comments:
I know you miss him. What treasured pictures.
Just beautiful Leslie!
I love the idea of photographing generations of hands. You think of the best things!
Oh Leslie---that is simply beautiful.
Kim
Leslie, I have been following your blog because I'm in the process of adopting from China. I can't even remember how I found you. I have never left a comment, but I HAD to this time! Those photos are so neat! They brought me to tears. You have a beautiful family, and a lot to be proud of!!!
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