The Hands

lil hand wrapped around a bigger one leading and showing me the way he was proud of his lil son and he showed it in many different ways and didn't quit until it was done

his big hand wrapped around mine would teach me to pray and taught me to fish with a good line and all throughout the day I knew a dad I could call mine

off to school would I go reading writing all in a day come home to my dog and my dad to tell of my day he knew she must be special in her I told of her beauty and dreamed to someday hold her and nestle he would grin and say some day some day my son

days pass and it was known it would my hands would wrap around his I mustered all I could and proud I stood in his last breath I could hear him say his son had done him good