Daddy's Hands

Daddy's hands were...
Callous from hard work,
Crevassed with stains of dirt,
And Darkened by the light of the sun.

Daddy's strong hands...
Held me tightly when I cried,
Supported the back end of the bike,
And pushed the swing ever so high.

Daddy's big hands...
Made me feel safe,
Held me in his embrace,
And pushed fear and monsters away.

Daddy's clenched hands...
Meant what he said,
Held back his own tears,
And showed nerves I never heard in his voice.

Daddy's big hands...
Seem smaller now, but no less stronger.
Tremble, but not with fear,
And still reach out to hold me tightly.

Daddy's hands....
Have helped etch the story of my life.
Lifted me up so I could soar.
And picked me up every time I fell down.

Daddy's hands are...
Full of strength and compassion;
Guidance, correction, and love;
Were big, but never as big as Daddy's heart.

Happy Father's Day to the most amazing man in my life... my appa
Prissy.