His Hands

HIS HANDS

Brown and larger than life those hands were The first to touch mines that kept

Me warm every second of every moment some say hands can tell your future well ,

His hands can tell my whole life story as I begin to cry I can feel those brown hands

Hug me tight and wipe my warm tears that came down my face every part of his hands

Define me the palms  and short nails, rough hands because those hands were my other

Heartbeat that made me gentleness as can be my dad would gaze his hand through his

Bared as if those hands were taking him to other place  soft touch and love that happen

Every time  our palms  meant as we cling together then I would get that soft kiss on my

Head to only turn and say I love you daddy and my dad would say you are my baby

Girl finger , nails, the color even down to the palms of his brown hands are the same

Hands that made me dad what do you think our hands hold the same untold stories? He would look and say I love you