When their hands tell a story...
These are my parents hands.
With these hands I was fed.
These hands pat my back.
These hands held me when I cried.
With these hands I was loved.
These hands held mine securely.
These hands clapped for me.
With these hands I was spanked.
With these hands I was loved.
These hands played games with me.
These hands carried me to bed.
These hands checked my temperature.
With these hands I was loved.
With these hands my hair was braided.
These hands drove me to school.
With these hands my face was spit shined.
With these hands I was loved.
Mom’s hands taught me to shave.
Daddy’s hands taught me to fight.
Mom’s hands taught me to cook.
Daddy’s hands taught me to skip rocks.
With these hands I was loved.
These hands wiped tears away.
These hands worked hard to provide for me.
These hands came together to pray for me.
With these hands I was loved.
These hands wave goodbye to me.
These hands drive to see me.
With these hands they text me.
With these hands I am loved.
Today is Parents' Day. I thank God for their loving hands.