I Quietly Approached His Final Place Of Rest,
Instantly Drawn To What Lay Upon His Chest…
For This I Could Not Answer, I Did Not Know Why,
I Laid My Hands Upon His, I Began To Cry…
My Father’s Hands Soft, Gentle, And Kind,
Thoughts Of Yesteryear Played In My Mind…
They Picked Me Up And Spun Me Around,
They Had Wiped My Tears Each Time I Fell Down…
The Moments Of Comfort When I Felt Them In Mine,
My Father’s Hands So Soft, Gentle, And Kind…
The Books They Held, The Stories They Would Tell,
The Lessons They Taught Me Now All Remembered So Well…