My Father's hands were rugged yet had a gentle touch like healing salve, a band-aide when life became amuck
Fingers long 'n slender brushed thru curly hair mended wounds of childhood with tender loving care ~ ~ ~ Taught me family values Daddy's Faith was strong mentor, friend 'n hero molded Sacred bond
Was but a tot in diapers 'n music to his ears reflecting in the moment through laughter, salty tears ~ ~ ~ Knuckles raw 'n bloody cracked 'n broken skin worked for little money each day from early dawn
Dad always saved a moment for nurturing embrace hugged away all troubles sweet yesterdays, encased ~ ~ ~ Delicate 'n feminine love within my hold satin, lace attire wedding bells 'n gold
Arm in arm with Daddy walking down the aisle all grown up, a woman gleam within his smile ~ ~ ~ Tiny little fingers curling 'round his own Dad weeps with inner sadness grandchildren fully grown
Reaching into shadows his eyes no longer see yet... pictures paint his conscience with awesome imagery ~ ~ ~ Old and frail, with wrinkles confusion haunts his mind slipping into darkness as midnight hour chimes
Daddy's life near over each breath becoming weak seems recollections tiptoe down his tearstained cheeks ~ ~ ~ Holding hands with Daddy stepping back in time fingers tracing footsteps of those days now gone
Clinging tight the memory last smile on Daddy's face it's warmth forever golden can never be replaced ~ ~ ~ Fingers cold, discolored folded 'pon his chest I whispered Dad, I'll miss you hands of time at rest ~ ~ ~ When my days are over I finally meet my fate Daddy's hand will lead me past the Heaven's Gate
