Daddy’s hand

Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was crying
Daddy’s hands were hard as steel when I’d done wrong
Daddy’s hands weren’t always gentle but I’d become to understand
There was always love in Daddy’s hands.

We remember Daddy’s hands working till they bled
Sacrificed unselfishly just to keep us all fed
If I could do things over, I’d line my life again.
And never take for granted the love in daddy’s hands.
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from:
Mas Arsya & Adik Kamila
Copyright240806 by bunda Luv u Ayah….
Take a good care there ya…
Miss u much….