Daddy's Hands
SultryRose's Signatures
I remember daddy’s hands
Back when I was just so high
Assembling a tricycle
For some lucky girl or boy
Then when it was Christmas Morning
And I looked under the tree
I found that bright red tricycle
Was daddy’s gift to me
When I was a little older
When my prayers were done and said
T’was my loving daddy’s hands
That tucked me into bed
They were big and slightly wrinkled
Sometimes they were smudged with dirt
For my daddy was a carpenter
The kind that liked to work
There were little cuts and bruises
Still you got to understand
There was heaps and mounds of loving
Right there in daddy’s hands
I watched them rock my sister
Saw them hold my momma tight
Then wipe away my teardrops
If some dream scared me at night
Sometimes when I’d been naughty
Tho dad's hands were never mean
You can really be quite certain
I didn’t like that scene
Yes, I grew up with his loving
With those hands that he used right
Twas from them I learned life’s lessons
How to live and get it right
My daddy’s hands are quiet now
They lay beneath the clay
But I remember them with love
On each and every day
Then when my life is over
It’s my hope my son will stand
To tell you he remembers
There was love in his dad’s hands
By jollynoblefrog
© 2009 jollynoblefrog
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