My Daddy's Hands

Yours was a life, I was allowed to tend

Mine is the life that now must watch yours end.

Yours was the path, I could not follow

Mine is the path that now seems so hollow.

Yours is the love, I yearned for years

Mine is the love that now cries great tears.

You were my hero from such a young age

Sometimes gone from a home filled with rage.

I so craved to have you by my side

But when you did, I had to hide.

The demons that tracked you thru out your life

That caused such turmoil and caused such much strife.

To leave a family in search of peace

To shield you sorrow, beneath a turned leaf.

We just wanted to know who you were

A stranger to us you were like a blur.

To know you are gone, never to be seen

Only my hands, is all I have to lean.

For when I look down at my hands

I see the hands of a most important man.

I see my father, my hero from days gone old

My heart starts to warm coming from cold.

Our hands were like twins, when held together

And thru this life, these will keep us tethered.

Whenever I need comfort from you, my dad

I’ll look to my hands and forget to be sad.

• I was sitting with my dad yesterday in the hospital, with the girls when I said to them, look at our hands, meaning mine and dad's. I had seen this once before, when I was with him at a doctor's appointment, but our hands look the same. So when the girls saw this, they were like wow. So last night while I was sitting here, I thought I have to put it in words before I forget, as my mind is not much good for remembering.

love you

BBB