


I remember Daddy's hands,
how they held my Mama tight
and patted my back for
something I'd done right.
There are things I've forgotten
that I loved about that man,
but I'll always remember
the love in Daddy's hands.
Daddy's hands were soft
and kind when I was crying.
Daddy's hands were hard as
steel when I'd done wrong.
Daddy's hands weren't always gentle,
but I've come to understand,
there was always love
in Daddy's hands.
I remember Daddy's hands
working 'til they bled,
sacrificed unselfishly just
to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over,
I'd live my life again,
and never take for granted
the love in Daddy's hands.
(written by Holly Dunn)








