Am I the only daughter left on Earth with her daddy sitting in heaven who has such a strong memory of her daddy’s hands?
My Daddy’s Hands
Covered in grease and stained with dirt.
A show of his hard work
Ready to hold my hand.
Ready to hug me tight.
Used to put me on the narrow path.
Used to hold me as I lost my way.
My Daddy’s Hands are covered with the lines of his life.
From farming to welding, to being a father and husband.
Punishing me when I found too much strife.
Holding me tight when I didn’t like this life.
His hands were used to hold his Bible, to hold the reins, to.drive me from here to there.
My daddy’s hands are a memory that never fades.
Folded in Prayer
Holding my hand
Using a hammer to finish a job.
Daddy’s Hands I remember this day.
Happy Father’s Day if only I could hold my Daddy’s Hand one more time.
by Betty Eisenhour June 2011
There is a song written about daddy’s hands by Holly Dunn. Every Father’s Day I cry my way through this song…
Daddy’s Hands
May all the daddy’s left here on earth have a Happy Father’s Day.
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My Dad passed away almost 4 years ago at only 63. I still think about him daily and miss him terribly. He was not only my Daddy and I was Daddy’s little girl, he was truly my best friend (outside of my husband,of course). I talked to him daily and saw him often. Since I was little I remember being able to talk to him about anything and he always understood and had an encouraging word for me. He made all 3 of his kids feel like we were his favorite-but I know I was truly his favorite, and my brother and sister will tell you the same thing! We actually had the song “Daddy’s Hands” sung had his funeral. My sister-in-law did a beautiful job with it and somehow managed to hold it together through the entire song. Anyway, thanks for letting me reminisce a little about my Dad. Only someone who has lost their Daddy can truly understand how much I miss him! What gets me through is knowing I will see him again someday!
By the way, I am a fellow crewmate!
Michelle
I remember Dad’s hands, too. I would describe them that way as well. I remember them being rough and ragged. But could tickle ever so gently. Those hands made the best peanut butter/jelly/banana/potato chip sandwiches. I don’t recall being scolded by him - I must have been better behaved. LOL
just kidding.
His heart showed thru his face.
I remember you (dad) flying over the hills on the back country roads just to give me a thrill and hear me scream! Something I STILL love to this day.
I remember camping, boating, lots of driving, lots of combine time. It was all fun.
I just wish I had more time with you dad. But I am so very happy that you did get to meet one of your grandchildren, even if Vincent doesn’t remember it. It’s ok.
I still need that photo… BJ !
Love you …
Those hills were on the East side of the old farm…we must go there again…;)
Yes, the boating, camping and combine time were very great times.
Love you too!!! Counting the days…wishing the house would clean itself. lol
I write this with tears in my eyes. This is so sweet. My dad passed away 3 years ago and with every passing year, I appreciate his love and leadership of our family even more. One thing I remember about my dad, his hands were never used to hit us. He had a way of commanding our respect with the way he treated us, we knew better than to be disobedient. Thank you for sharing.