Daddy’s Hands
I remember Daddy’s hands folded silently in prayerand 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 manBut 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.
~Unknown
Reflection: I think that this poem is really good and something that touches my heart. As I was reading the poem, I had thought of my dad and how he works for me. He always cares for me and shows me what true love is. However, when I do something wrong, he becomes so harsh and scary. He works so much just to keep my family to not starve and be peaceful. He works his best and shows love to my mom and me. As I read the poem, it made me think one more time about how I behave to my dad and what I should be like.
