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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Father (as in paternal parent, not God) (04/10/08)

TITLE: HIS HANDS
By Rebecca O'Connor
04/12/08


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As a boy out at play, his hands occupied through the day
Callused they became and hard, of sports were they often marred
Though their beauty was not seen, still in much toil they were keen
They held the hands of Mama Dear, a dream I wish I could see clear

One day in vow his heart did sing as hands put on that golden ring
Hands clasp together side by side, a love that they could never hide
Now they would never be alone but work and build a home sweet home
Youth still in those sturdy hands, a love through time that also stands

As time went on a cradle made in which those hands a baby laid
Wee little baby lay so long in hands that were so big and strong
Gentle and tender was the touch that I grew to love so much
Hands that steered and did not chide, held up firm against all pride

His hands have weathered many years, kindly wiping back all tears
Hands that held me not to fall, hands he cupped when he would call
Sorrow ne’er seen in his face for hands did cover up that place
Because they were so ever near I knew of life’s grace with no fear

There were many a hard day when they were folded fixed to pray
And gather us all in one accord to reach the ears of our Dear Lord
My hand in his so firm and true, as time passed by before I knew
All things wrought from those hands wound ‘round my heart in loving bands

But now I see and now I know all that his loving hands did show
All the things I took for granted, while living from the seeds he planted
His fingers now are not as straight…as once they held his youthful mate
Even though he is no more a lad, I humbly say, “He is my dad!”


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Sara Harricharan 04/17/08
I love this-the third verse is my favorite, but I like how you used the theme of hands and showed them through all the stages of life. It flowed very nicely and I liked to see how he changed to boy from father. Nice job! ^_^
Janice Cartwright04/18/08
This poem has a homey feel about it, almost as if it were of a bygone era. It took me back to a safer time I sometimes long for.
Debi Derrick04/19/08
This is very sweet. It's a nicely done piece of writing and very heart warming.
Mariane Holbrook04/21/08
What a tender, loving poem. I sense a great deal of love here and it comes through beautifully.