I may be getting up there but I still love my Daddy, I will always be his little girl, even when I am an old woman. He is and always will be my hero. When I was a child I was sure that my Dad was Superman. I looked high and low for that costume with the big S on the front of it. I would not give up. One day when a neighbor girl came over I told her my father's real identity. She did not believe me. So I went to the garage and I found a piece of steel. I took it to my Daddy and begged him to bend it. He did just that. Amazed, my little friend stared in disbelief at the bent pipe, I just looked at her and said "Told you so".
I remember Daddy's hands
Folded silently in prayer
And reaching out to hold me
When I had a nightmare
You could read quite a story
In the callouses and lines
Years of work and worry
Had left their mark behind
I remember Daddy's hands
How they held my Mama tight
And patted my back
For something done right
There are things I've forgotten
That I loved about the man
But I'll always remember
The love in Daddy's hands
Daddys's hands
Were soft and kind when I was cryin'
Daddy's hands
Were hard as steel when I'd done wrong
Daddy's hands
Weren't always gentle but I'd come to understand
There was always love in Daddy's hands
5 comments:
That was really sweet, Terrye. You probably were the apple of his eye.
buddy:
I think a lot of folks feel like this about their Dads and far too often their Dads don't even know it.
So if the old man is still around, give him a call.
Wish I could, wish I could. Too late, gone to where the Great Spirit abides.
My Dad has been gone for many years, but I still miss him.
terrye - even though you wrote that about your dad and not the rest of us, i still feel moved to thank you sincerely for your lovely post.
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