My Father's Hands (a poem of inspiration and sharing)

For you Dad...
For you Dad...
A tree in front of our house.
A tree in front of our house.
three children grown together in love and caring...
three children grown together in love and caring...
Flowers from my mother's garden...
Flowers from my mother's garden...
My father's favorite tree...
My father's favorite tree...
a tributary..flowing into our river of life...the Chattahoochee..
a tributary..flowing into our river of life...the Chattahoochee..



My father's hands, both, so very coarse and rough,

His whole life was so full, and to make him tough,

There was never, for him, a single job too hard,

By all, he was held in the highest regard.


As his only son, and at the tender age of just one,

Was my stepfather, this to be only by its name.

He raised me very well, and of his story I must tell,

And with his loss, was such a terrible shame.


He gave me the finest praise, times, in all my days,

Was so strict, for my future, would soon to be,

As fine an example he set, and with no regret,

His resolve, as strong and sure, like an Oak tree.


His hands were there, to give all, of his fine care,

When my sisters, each, were then to be born,

Then, us three, together, in his love, he did share,

Treated us the same, with no difference, or scorn.


His hands were so gentle, then in times of need,

Hardened, when any occasion, there to meet,

Family chores, never ignored, as each agreed,

All were respected and liked, on our street.


Though his hands, always, so calloused and sore,

They gave us all, our shelter, good food to eat,

We were resilient and steadfast, in days, to deplore,

Raised up in goodness, our family complete.


When we were all grown, had families of our own,

Our father's unselfishness, was always shown,

Caring for our precious mother, and to his end,

His loss of life, tragic, yet, to heaven, he did ascend.


My father's hands are now a part of me, my own.

For by his resolve, are as my rock, as I have grown.

Now with my hands I shall be my own father's tree,

A guiding shepherd and a guardian angel, I will be.




A melding of the seasons and a favorite of my father...
A melding of the seasons and a favorite of my father...

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Peggy W 2 years ago from Houston, Texas

That is a beautiful tribute to your much beloved father. Up and beautiful votes.


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whonunuwho 2 years ago from United States Author

Thank you my friend. I could never express in words only, what my father meant to me and my whole family. Thanks again. whonu


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billybuc 2 years ago from Olympia, WA

I smiled throughout this beautiful tribute.


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whonunuwho 2 years ago from United States Author

Thanks Bill and my words will never express what my father meant to me and how he brought me up. I suppose most dads mean a great deal to us all. I taught school several years and saw many kids who had no father and realized just how blessed I was. Thanks again my friend.. whonu


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whonunuwho 2 years ago from United States Author

Thank you so much my friend, and blessing to you. whonu


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whonunuwho 2 years ago from United States Author

My thanks to Peggy W and billybuc for their kind words. whonu


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bravewarrior 2 years ago from Central Florida

What a beautiful message to your father, whonu. I love the photos. What is that beautiful purple tree? It's magnificent!


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whonunuwho 2 years ago from United States Author

Thanks my friend. the tree is Wisteria and so beautiful to see in full bloom. A favorite in my father's yard. whonu


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teaches12345 2 years ago

Your father was a wise and wonderful example of how life should be lived. What a tribute!


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whonunuwho 2 years ago from United States Author

Thank you my friend and I can only try to express what he meant to me. whonu


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EsJam 17 months ago from Southern California

Hello,

What a loving and sincere tribute. The photos depicting flowers from your mother's garden, your father's favorite tree....etc., all give your poem an added personal touch.

We sense your love and respect for your father, who was a pillar of strength and a fine example. Thank you for sharing.

Essie. Vote up and beautiful.


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whonunuwho 17 months ago from United States Author

My father was my inspiration and taught me to never give up. Thank you my friend. whonu

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