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thank you Cynthia, I love yours too, in fact I enjoyed all of them, well done everyone.
These hands have created many things,
A home, a garden, and an incredible human being.
This little hand in mine, forever will I hold true,
Trust in me little one, for I love you.
© Cynthia Clark
Terrific Donald. In fact, all of these are great
Love it Gil.
Beautiful Samantha
Nice poem Donald.
Being a Dad
Being a dad is a scary thing
The hardest job you will ever do.
The hours long, the stress is high
and many days you feel blue.
You never really know
If the job you did was right
Until it is too late
to do anything about it.
But the joy you feel
deep in your heart
is so very wonderful
right from the start
That tiny hand you hold
that angelic face you see
makes it all worth while
At least it is for me.
As they grow and run around
and get into everything they can
the noise they always make
with every pot and pan
They they start to rebel
wanting to go out on their own
hoping what you've taught them
helps them on their journey home
Once they leave and your heart breaks
hoping they come back
but more importantly
that they stay on the right track.
Thanks loved your too it was beautiful
The Hand of Love
A little hand, upon my hand
So small is it
A little soul, that loves me so
Those memories of child now grown
She used to run and play
She takes my hand as we ran down the way
That night, the dad and daughter dance
She held my hand and made me dance
She didn’t laugh as I look back now
On how bad I dance
She just took my hand and walked with me
She smile and said not too bad to her dad
Now she takes my hand, hers is strong and sure
Not the little hand of yester year
She holds my weak and trembling hand
As I gazed with tired eyes
Upon a strong self-assured woman
My daughter dear I see in you a woman like your mother
She be proud of you
I only wish that she had lived through childbirth
I did the best being both dad and mom
But you’re the one who took my hand and lead the way
Now you’re grown and have a family of your own
My watch is done; it’s time that I move on
For I see your mother standing near her smile is beaming
I hear her saying my name softly
As she reaches out for me
My sweet daughter, hold my hand once more before I go
Your love I carry with me wherever I may go
But, remember this, my dear child
I’ll always be near
On a night like tonight, look to shadows of the moonlight
As it filters into the room
For here you’ll find me, my hand upon your hand
As it was so long ago, I’ll be there for you
Please hold my hand, and with one last kiss
I’ll say goodbye!
Guildford H Windley
March 25, 2018
She means the world to me,
She is my precious grand baby.
She places her tiny hind on mine,
drawing her fingers over every line
For she's a child who's love is blind,
She's is innocent, sweet and kind.
To her I am the art of perfection,
To me, a deep and profound connection
A love I feel unlike any other,
just like I feel about her mother.
Her naivety is so very rare,
there is so much beauty there
She likes the smell of my old grey sweater,
family is the bond that means I could never forget her
The love I feel is so profound,
When I speak softly, she loves the sound
Connected together, by blood and heart
I've felt this way from the start
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thank you Cynthia, I love yours too, in fact I enjoyed all of them, well done everyone.
These hands have created many things,
A home, a garden, and an incredible human being.
This little hand in mine, forever will I hold true,
Trust in me little one, for I love you.
© Cynthia Clark
Terrific Donald. In fact, all of these are great
Love it Gil.
Beautiful Samantha
Nice poem Donald.
Being a Dad
Being a dad is a scary thing
The hardest job you will ever do.
The hours long, the stress is high
and many days you feel blue.
You never really know
If the job you did was right
Until it is too late
to do anything about it.
But the joy you feel
deep in your heart
is so very wonderful
right from the start
That tiny hand you hold
that angelic face you see
makes it all worth while
At least it is for me.
As they grow and run around
and get into everything they can
the noise they always make
with every pot and pan
They they start to rebel
wanting to go out on their own
hoping what you've taught them
helps them on their journey home
Once they leave and your heart breaks
hoping they come back
but more importantly
that they stay on the right track.
Thanks loved your too it was beautiful
The Hand of Love
A little hand, upon my hand
So small is it
A little soul, that loves me so
Those memories of child now grown
She used to run and play
She takes my hand as we ran down the way
That night, the dad and daughter dance
She held my hand and made me dance
She didn’t laugh as I look back now
On how bad I dance
She just took my hand and walked with me
She smile and said not too bad to her dad
Now she takes my hand, hers is strong and sure
Not the little hand of yester year
She holds my weak and trembling hand
As I gazed with tired eyes
Upon a strong self-assured woman
My daughter dear I see in you a woman like your mother
She be proud of you
I only wish that she had lived through childbirth
I did the best being both dad and mom
But you’re the one who took my hand and lead the way
Now you’re grown and have a family of your own
My watch is done; it’s time that I move on
For I see your mother standing near her smile is beaming
I hear her saying my name softly
As she reaches out for me
My sweet daughter, hold my hand once more before I go
Your love I carry with me wherever I may go
But, remember this, my dear child
I’ll always be near
On a night like tonight, look to shadows of the moonlight
As it filters into the room
For here you’ll find me, my hand upon your hand
As it was so long ago, I’ll be there for you
Please hold my hand, and with one last kiss
I’ll say goodbye!
Guildford H Windley
March 25, 2018
She means the world to me,
She is my precious grand baby.
She places her tiny hind on mine,
drawing her fingers over every line
For she's a child who's love is blind,
She's is innocent, sweet and kind.
To her I am the art of perfection,
To me, a deep and profound connection
A love I feel unlike any other,
just like I feel about her mother.
Her naivety is so very rare,
there is so much beauty there
She likes the smell of my old grey sweater,
family is the bond that means I could never forget her
The love I feel is so profound,
When I speak softly, she loves the sound
Connected together, by blood and heart
I've felt this way from the start