My Father's Hands

These are my Father's hands.

These hands have built things

They have broken things

They have swung a hammer

They have turned a wrench

They have been dirtied with oil, mud and grime

These hands have caressed a woman

They have held a newborn child

They have carried a casket

They have applied discipline

They have wiped away tears

These hands have taught lessens

They have been folded in prayer

They have bled, bruised and ached

They have given more than anyone will ever know

Thank you Dad