This poem was orginally posed in February. It is posted again for Father’s Day.
I looked down when I awoke
and saw I had my father’s hands.
Last night,
my own had slipped comfortably into my gloves.
Would these?
For years I thought I could not fill his shoes.
These hands I now possess are so familiar.
When I was young
I’d [...]
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My Father’s Hands
Posted in Holidays, Journal of Life, My Father's Hands, tagged aging, dad, father, Father's Day, Father's Day poem, Father's Day poems, fathers, Hands, introspection, parents, poems, poetry, poets, reflection, writing on June 19, 2009 | 11 Comments »
