Daddy's Hands
My Daddy'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
outside the box challenge
'Hands'
06/15/12
By Rose Marie Streeter
© 2012 Rose Marie Streeter
(All rights reserved)
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