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.
Why not leave a three word impression (poem) or a smiley if you enjoyed your visit? :-D
Yea Dads!
ReplyDeleteA touching poem and this composition of a dish and stones is so elegantly beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThanks heaps !!!!!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful surprise to read your moving words . Something to cherish .
Thank you for the fun book and special card made by a young man who is also good with words !!! D (M) xxxx
Such a beautiful elegant dish. Such lovely words.
ReplyDeleteWhat a warm and beautiful poem, and the wooden dish is just as lovely. xx
ReplyDeleteI lost my Dad a long time ago but one of my strongest memories of him is his hands
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Beautiful all around! I too absolutely adore my father. Lucky girls we are!
ReplyDeleteThat's so lovely! I wrote a poem for my Dad about his hands too. Perhaps that is a strong association for fathers. I am sure your father feels very lucky to have you as his daughter. xoxo
ReplyDeleteMy gradfather was like me and I'm sad until today, that he is dead since 28 years...
ReplyDeleteMy father was another people and never understood me :-(