Daddy’s Hands

I remember Daddy’s hands folded silently in prayer
and reaching out to hold me when I had a nightmare
You would 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 selfishly 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.

I remember Daddy’s hands working till they bled
just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over I’d live my again
and never take for granted 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

This poem was written/submitted by Dunn Holly.


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One Response to “Daddy’s Hands”

  1. joan andrews:

    thats alovely song verse and chorus unless im mistaken (daddys hands by reba mcentire )

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