I remember Daddy's hands folded silently in prayer and reaching out to hold me when I had a nightmare. You could read quiet a story in the calluses and lines years of work and worry had left their mark behind.
I remember Daddy's hands how they held my Momma tight and patted my back for something done right. There are things that I'd forgotten that I loved about the Man but I always remember the love in Daddy's hands.
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was crying, Daddy's hands were hard as steal when I done wrong Daddy's hands weren't always gentle but I've come to understand, there was always love in Daddy's hands. I remember Daddy's hands working til' they bled sacrificed unselfishly just to keep us all fed. If I could do things over I'd live my life again and never take for granted the love in Daddy's hands.
Daddy's hands weren't always gentle but I've come to understand there was always love in Daddy's hands.
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