Poem by Donald in honor of Bill Anderson
Dad
I remember the times
You showed me a little about drawing hands
You said hands and faces
Are the hardest to draw to look right
My hands now remind me of how yours were
Strong, enduring,
Weathered the storms of a working life
Of a craftsman that keeps on building
Creating
Preparing
Dad
I remember the times
You showed me a little about drawing hands
You said hands and faces
Are the hardest to draw to look right
My hands now remind me of how yours were
Strong, enduring,
Weathered the storms of a working life
Of a craftsman that keeps on building
Creating
Preparing
Dad
I remember the times
My hands held yours
You leaned close,
A moment returned to the strong
The enduring
Your hands held mine between them
In prayer hands
I saw love in your face
Unafraid looking up at you, dad
Good completely
Appreciating
Closeness, our eyes overful
Being there
I am here dad
I am here
I remember the times
My hands held yours
You leaned close,
A moment returned to the strong
The enduring
Your hands held mine between them
In prayer hands
I saw love in your face
Unafraid looking up at you, dad
Good completely
Appreciating
Closeness, our eyes overful
Being there
I am here dad
I am here
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