Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Hand




This hand fought in WWII and was an engineer on the Great American Railway
This hand touched world leaders and held soldiers in last breath
This hand was betrothed to a woman of legend, who captured it's heart
This hand raised children, held grandchildren and tickled great grandchildren
This hand clutched the bible and taught scriptures and psalms
This hand grew grand tomatoes and turned pages of westerns and romances
This hand knew how to tune a short wave radio and scan the channels of a CB radio
This hand hunted, fished, hitched rides and fiddled with generators
This hand drove trains, cars, motor homes and steered boats
This hand tinkered and fixed, broke things in mischief and humbly replaced
This hand dried tears after loss of a wife, brothers and friends gone before
This hand was strong and provided for many, rarely opened in request, but often reached in aid
Calloused and soft, tough and tender
This hand held mine as I grieved the loss of the life slipping out of it
This hand touched my heart


Goodby Pappy.
Thank you for raising the son who helped give life to the man I married, who blessed me with being related to you. We will miss you.

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