He Has His Father's Hands

Rough and worn by

Weather and work:

Hoeing a row,

Turning a tool,

Lifting a heavy load.

Strong enough to hold it together

when:

The bottom falls out,

A pipe breaks, 

Life gives need to a pick me up.

Gently enough for:

A tender touch,

Calming a frightened soul,

Mending a wounded being.

In the blink of an eye

The little boy I use to know

Has grown in to a youth

Who has his father's hands.