Father's Hands
Your tired hands of laboured time
Touch me on my shoulder,
I feel reassurance flowing through
Though aged and much colder.
These were the hands that once
Supported me when I fell,
Then they were strong and warm
Still, I feel they’re noble.
When mother was lost to angels
You suffered much within,
Never showing me your grief
Bucked up strength to begin.
I was only ten years old
When mama passed away,
You became all I owned
You cried, yet, made me smile away.
You became all I owned,
I know you cried every day.
Today the hands still help me
Through darkest days I see
Lost my wife to the wild sea
But your hands are still there for me.
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