A Message for Fathers
hands..
the hands of a father
strong hands
loving hands
a Daddy's hands...
he remembers
her tiny fingers
wrapped around his pinkie
even then he was both refuge
and strength to her
she made him see the world differently
he saw bugs and bees and butterflies
rocks that looked like frogs
clouds that looked like puppy dogs
the world through the eyes of a child
his child's eyes
rainbow skies
rainy days
a thousand bedtime stories
a million hugs
tears
a scratch
a broken arm.....
he still sees her in pink pastel
ribbons and bows
lace and pearls....
her little hand in his
the little legs that carried her
as she ran to him at the end
of each and every day
to leap into his arms
the truest love he ever knew
he remembers...all of this....
her wanting to learn
his hands needing to teach
this little person that carried
a part of him....
this little child
is what made him the man he is
today
staring at his hands in the soft light
the old man smiles...
as tears fall slowly
down his cheeks...
he places the flowers
upon her tiny grave
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