Thursday, June 11, 2009

My Father’s Hands


These were the hands that didn’t ask for much
Held us up high to touch the sky
Hands that made us feel safe and loved.
This poem is for my Dad who gives me good advice
who has taught me many things that I will use throughout my life
I love you dad.

4 comments:

  1. Kalei's Best FriendJune 11, 2009 at 6:31 AM

    Beautiful words and sentiment... Funny how we remember the hands that have touched us ... I bet he has passed on his strength to you in so many ways....

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  2. Kalei's Best FriendJune 11, 2009 at 12:10 PM

    your writings have touched me... stop by my page, i've left an award for you...
    http://erickaleisbestfriend.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-sweet.html

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  3. AnonymousJune 11, 2009 at 2:28 PM

    i love your Dad very much
    xxm

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  4. Red Shoe ArtistJune 17, 2009 at 1:05 AM

    Thinking of you and your Dad and sending you positive light and love.. stay strong Penguin

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