Father's Hands ~

 Cradled in my hands
I soak in
once again

the warmth

of

his heart and life

 

Large

  they were

Gentle

  carving, creating, crafting

Hands

  that labored

  soothed

  guided

  helped

Father’s hands

  I feel them

  warmly

Embracing

  wood, forest

  quietness

  family

  friend

My father’s hands

  instruments of love

~ ~ ~

my father took up the hobby

of carving

the

last ten years

of

his life
~ ~ ~

This is a repost from December of 2009

in

memory
of him

and

his quiet gentleness