Those Hands

Those Hands

Those hands taught me to find middle C

and the volumes spoken by the middle finger :)

Those are the hands that would steal the bacon off my breakfast plate

and years later save my bacon.

Those hands built endless sand castles

and showed the bridges built by a simple hand shake.

Those are the hands that beat perfect jazz rhythms

, but loved people`s imperfections

 Those hands I held while learning to walk

and those are the hands I held to say goodbye. 

Those are my father`s hands.

I love you, Dad.

I know tomorrow will be hard, firsts always are. But I am determined to honour him by finding the funny and happy in the day. :)