Hands
My father’s hands were never there…
Never cuddled me
Never protected me
They were never there
When I broke my arm they didn’t heal me
When I fell off my bike
They didn’t help me up
I never knew how wrinkled they were,
Or if they had any wisdom
They were never there
They never fought monsters under the bed
They never wrapped gifts for my birthdays
They never helped me study
They were never there
They never helped me practice my guitar
Or even my karate
They never rocked me to sleep
They were never there
When I wanted attention,
They shewed me away
When I needed him most,
They drove away
My father’s hands were never there…
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