My Father's Hands Poem by Ryan Cole

My Father's Hands



I see my father's hands

Long fingered, elegant beauty

Shivering tremors replacing strength

Once they held the world

Once they held my hands

Safe in their elegant length

when I first faced this world

My small hands in his

shivering tremors, giving me strength

I see my father's hands

When I look at my own

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Ryan Cole

Ryan Cole

Santa Monica, California
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