My wonderful Daddy, Cleo Earl Cook
I miss my wonderful Daddy so much. I love him with all of my heart. We was a the kind of Father that every child needs and deserves. When I think of Daddy I think of two songs that have always meant a lot to me. I thought I would share them with you all this Father's Day in remembrance of all of our Fathers.
Happy Father's Day, Daddy
Daddy’s
Hands
I
remember Daddy’s hands, folded silently in prayer.
And
reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.
You
could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines.
Years of
work and worry had left their mark behind.
I
remember Daddy’s hands, how they held my Mama tight,
And
patted my back, for something done right.
There
are things that I’ve forgotten, that I loved about the man,
But I’ll
always remember the love in Daddy’s hands.
Daddy’s
hands were soft and kind when I was cryin’.
Daddy’s
hands were hard as steel when I’d done wrong.
Daddy’s
hands weren’t always gentle
But I’ve
come to understand
There
was always love in Daddy’s hands.
I
remember Daddy’s hands working ‘til they bled.
Sacrificed
unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.
If I
could do things over, I’d live my life again,
And
never take for granted the love in Daddy’s hands.
Daddy’s
hands were soft and kind when I was cryin’.
Daddy’s
hands were hard as steel when I’d done wrong.
Daddy’s
hands weren’t always gentle
But I’ve
come to understand
There
was always love in Daddy’s hands.
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