I've known for quite some time <br />That dad's hands were always mine <br />His big and strong <br />Mine little and weak <br />His just the right size to pat my cheek. <br /> <br />I've know for quite some time <br />That dad's hands weren't soft and fine <br />Toughened and hard <br />Maybe a callous or two <br />Never, ever too hard to lift you. <br /> <br />He had the hands <br />That rolled the Yahtzee dice <br />He had the hands <br />That would release the mice <br />And yet those hands <br />Stay always with me.... <br /> <br />When dad's hands...give me to the husband- to- be...<br /><br />Tara Sneed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dad-s-hands/
