Hands
Digging out the basement,
Shaking hands with every two by four,
Pounding nails,
Sawing boards,
Building cabinets.
Teaching me to tie my shoes,
Held and manicured by me.
Baiting a fish hook with worms,
Reeling in a trout.
Holding a book,
typing family histories,
Holding mine in the hospital before he died.
I miss you, Daddy.
Remembering you on Father's Day.
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| In good hands My father and I 1945 |
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| My father & mother in our front yard. Carol held by mother Rell & Sally Colorado Springs, Colorado 1948 |
Lovely tribute to your dad.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Sally. Indeed, you were in excellent hands.
ReplyDeleteVery nice. Love those '40s pictures!
ReplyDeleteNicely done...this reminds me that I have many images of my dad (and mother, and grandmother) based on their hands. Thanks for prompting me to think about those memories.
ReplyDeleteLovely. Just wonderful memories. I have them too for my father, who I still miss today. :-)
ReplyDeleteLoved seeing your old photos and you were very pretty in your bonnet.
ReplyDeleteLovely flashes into the life of your Dad. We miss them terribly but can only feel blessed we had such great ones.
ReplyDeleteReally lovely, Sally. I imagine your dad would have loved these words.
ReplyDeletesweet memories and loving poem...
ReplyDeleteA lovely tribute, Sally! I am fortunate to still have my father--he'll be 90 in August. As much as I have always admired him, I've never admired him more than in recent weeks as he has become a loving caregiver for my mother.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written, my friend.
ReplyDeleteI, too, am a Daddy's girl.
I know that you must miss him very much....
Love,
Jackie
This is so beautiful, Sally. I'm so glad you were able to be with him before he left.
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