Crying Hands

These once nimble fingers, pinned diapers on your behind. Swatted the misbehaving toddler, when you got out of line. Held you the first day of school, applauded loudly as the graduate passed. Waved goodbye when you moved to college, prayed your marriage and happiness would last. I use words to paint memories, to remind me how it began. But now these once nimble fingers, can barely hold my pen. I want to tell you one last time, before these hands of mine go. I’d like to give you one last rhyme, to tell you daughter, how I love you so.