Her hands are soft and small, <br />And they can't hold much at all. <br />Her nails are painted rainbow, <br />Hurt and sorrow they don't know. <br />Little plastic rings on each finger, <br />On new surfaces they linger. <br />Her young hands know no pain, <br />Hands cupped to catch rain. <br />Trying to grasp what she doesn't understand, <br />This girl's little hands. <br /> <br />His hands are large and rough, <br />They know of pain and love. <br />Calloused but full of care, <br />That takes away breaths of despair. <br />His hands are tough and stained, <br />Scars show all types of pain. <br />They comfort her from fear, <br />Gently they wipe away her tears. <br />Showing what she can't understand, <br />This man's rough hands. <br /> <br />No one else will ever understand, <br />A girl's feeling in her daddy's hands.<br /><br />Keli Mims<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daddy-s-hands/
