This poem isn't really
about loss, but I thought it was bittersweet for what might have been.
My Daddy's
Hands
© 1998 Teri Harrison
I came into the world,
And reached for your strong hands.
My tiny fingers knew you,
Before I could understand.
Your hands proudly held me,
And smoothed my newborn hair.
They'd grow to love to tickle,
And toss me in the air.
Your hands are the teachers,
That catch and throw a ball.
That steady my two-wheeler,
And soften each new fall.
Your hands are the guideposts,
That set and keep the rules.
Offer good advice and wisdom,
And cheer hard work in school.
Your hands are my anchor,
As I leave my childhood home.
Shake my hand and pat my back,
As I live life on my own.
One day I'll have a child,
And come to understand.
The power of the love,
Held in my Daddy's hands.
