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Topic: Father (as in paternal parent, not God) (04/10/08)
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TITLE: HIS HANDS | Previous Challenge Entry
By Rebecca O'Connor
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Callused they became and hard, of sports were they often marred
Though their beauty was not seen, still in much toil they were keen
They held the hands of Mama Dear, a dream I wish I could see clear
One day in vow his heart did sing as hands put on that golden ring
Hands clasp together side by side, a love that they could never hide
Now they would never be alone but work and build a home sweet home
Youth still in those sturdy hands, a love through time that also stands
As time went on a cradle made in which those hands a baby laid
Wee little baby lay so long in hands that were so big and strong
Gentle and tender was the touch that I grew to love so much
Hands that steered and did not chide, held up firm against all pride
His hands have weathered many years, kindly wiping back all tears
Hands that held me not to fall, hands he cupped when he would call
Sorrow ne’er seen in his face for hands did cover up that place
Because they were so ever near I knew of life’s grace with no fear
There were many a hard day when they were folded fixed to pray
And gather us all in one accord to reach the ears of our Dear Lord
My hand in his so firm and true, as time passed by before I knew
All things wrought from those hands wound ‘round my heart in loving bands
But now I see and now I know all that his loving hands did show
All the things I took for granted, while living from the seeds he planted
His fingers now are not as straight…as once they held his youthful mate
Even though he is no more a lad, I humbly say, “He is my dad!”
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