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My Father's Hands

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Sunshine
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My Father's Hands

At forty-eight, my hands are no longer
the graced young hands
of my youth,

and I've noticed the way my
nails are changing,
more susceptible to
strength,
broader in shape,
better than before, I think
to myself.

On certain days, I see in the
veins on the back of my hands
the bloodlines that coursed
through my father's,
his blood
in me.

I've not the strength of
my father's hands,
his were talented,
to put up homes,
make things work,
and I only spin tales and dreams.

I've fenced in cattle with my
hands, and typed briefs,
cared for babes,
and have fed many people,
with my hands.

But I think of my father's hands
when I look at mine,
and miss his strength.

And I then pray,
and hope that mine will age longer
than his did,
because I miss his holding
my hands,
and I would not want my
child to miss me.

Not yet.

İKRJ
9 May, 2000



 Sunshine
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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SpitFire
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~Sunshine,...wow,..I'm so glad to have read this poem.  I truly enjoyed it...sort of stings a bit though as my father's hands are still here and I forget what they look like it's been so long.  Anyhow,..this is surely something to think about.  You have done a wonderful job...thanks for the read.
Rosemary J. Gwaltney
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Oh, this brought a quick sting of tears to my eyes.  My heart goes out to you.  And this is a most insightful and thoughtful work.  The end is tender.  I love it.
netswan
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I was scared to open this - daddies
being gone almost always makes me cry.
I, too remember my father's hands.

This is a poem to cherish, Sunshine.
Thanks for sharing,

netswan
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Sunshine, this is very, very beautiful....
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I am ... breathless ...

This commands a moment of silence, afterward ... so much, so simply said ...

"Not yet"

THWACK!  Hit me hard as a board but soft as a whisper ... very, very well done, Sunshine.     Powerful words.

--Kess


 Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange...


--William Shakespeare, from The Tempest

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Whew, everyone's emotions caught me a bit off guard...I knew I could make myself tear up with my own words, but all of your responses have me in an emotional heap ~ thank you all ~ my hat is off to they that led you here...
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Sunshine you've perfected a very moving piece. My father's hands are still here and though they were never seen as strength to me then, they have been in the last, well, many years.

I'm glad he's still around, and you've really touched me and others I see with your gentle and moving words  
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Whtdove, take your father's hands in yours, trace the living of them while you can, and memorize them in your heart...

hugs, Sunshine
Kit McCallum
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"I only spin tales and dreams."

You spin them very WELL Sunshine ... this left me wanting to call my dad tonight ... just to say "hello" ... thank you for a wonderful poem.

Best wishes,
/Kit
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What a lovely heart felt poem, Sunshine...I remember hands myself...long tapered freckled fingers--my father.  Thanks for bringing him back.
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Kit, call him now...
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Martie, you snuck in on me...I am glad I brought back a wonderful memory, thank you...
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But I think of my father's hands
when I look at mine,
and miss his strength.

These are beautiful words, sunshine!

I am fortunate that I still have my father around to support me with his wonderfully strong hands. For me the hands are his words, his views, his support, his strength in character, his guidances. I wonder what I could possibly do, in his absence.

May your prayers succeed, and that your child never has to crave for love, affection and strength...

Regards to you,
Sudhir

 In any moment of decision,
The best thing you can do is the right thing,
The next-best thing is the wrong thing,
And the worst thing you can do is nothing.
- Theodore Roosevelt
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