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.