A working man’s hands
You raised me, astounding
A vision of brokenness
Yet respect found us, thankfully
Father, years of mending misgivings
Holding hands, you love me
Unconditionally
~
A working man’s hands
A brother to me, oldest sibling
Strong, brave, forever loving
Growing up, you fixed our needs
Hearts, cars, music, dreams
Your hands beside me, waiting
Unconditionally
~
A working man’s hands
Found you, awakening my dreams
Outstanding similarities, just breathe
Waiting patiently, my journey
Imagining and releasing all fears
Your hands, I’m offering them peace
Unconditionally
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Fill in the blank? Darn I thought you were talking someone found here.
Lovely!
Thank you, Kate.
I do like that this is for three different people. At least, I think it is. Am I sorta right?
Yes, Duke. My father, my brother and well then this last one is fill in the blank, I think.
*laughs*
Wow, this is extraordinarily Beautiful–very well done, Bravo.
Thank you so much, Starralee. The men in my life can be very inspiring. Thankful to have their guidance and love.
You are very blessed indeed.
Any father would be so proud to read such a tribute from his daughter. Your dad is a lucky man.
Shari, thank you for saying this. I do believe that I am the lucky one.
Nice contrasts in this one, Audrey. Well written.
Thank you so much, Michael. The men in my life look pretty great on paper. 🙂
Beautiful.
🙂
Thank you, Staci
A truly beautiful poem.
Thank you, Dom, I appreciate you reading it.
Oh this is so beautiful 🙂
YAY! Thank you, Morgan.