Today for Father's Day I share a poem I wrote in 1998!
My Dad and I are very alike. And I love him.
My Dad's Hands
My Dad has powerful hands
I feel them swing me, lift me high
Till all that exists is the link in our hands
My Dad has graceful hands
He turns his wood with a sure caress
Till the wood responds, reveals a pure curve
My Dad has fixing hands
Projects small and large receive his precise touch
Till the result makes you breathe "aahhhh"!
My Dad is embodied in his hands
He reaches me, into my heart
When I look at his hands
For his hands are mine.
Happy Father's Day Dad!
(And all the Dads out there:-)
PS Dish made by Dad's hands.