Tom Valles Poet Rhyme

Never With Gentler Hands

With the birth of my baby girl
I received a father's boon.
When Mom laid her in my arms
My joy soared over the moon!

So cognizant of her worth
I held her with infinite care.
With focus and tender hands
I stroked her auburn hair.

I knew I was holding a miracle 
Something no man could create.
This work of beauty and gift of life
I could no way anticipate.

So silently I wept and prayed
In my spirit I saw Jesus stand.
In view of your worth, I drew you closer
Never with Gentler hands

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Sam Kauffman October 14, 2025 at 1:47 PM Tom, your words show how you cherish the miracle of your daughter as you first meet her and rejoice in her "worth" as her father. So beautifully written. A precious gift. Sending you blessings of autumn joy! Tom Valles October 19, 2025 at 6:55 PM Thank you, Sam! I very much appreciate your encouraging words. Blessings to you.