Father's Hands Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Father's Hands



 
Nails are hammered into flat panels of wood.
Smooth grooves, pointed in different directions
The grains of wood.
Circular prints from the hammer left behind.
Pressed in, slightly dented.
Nails firmly pressed in from the use of a point.
Made to fit, flush. running sand paper lightly over the top.
Followed by the gentle humming of a drill.
Pressing tightly
Creating a tighter bond
The twisting sound of screws tightening louder.
a handful of trips to the hardware store
Sanded down  2 x 4's.
Recycled pieces of wood used from first, and second cuts.
The grinding sound of gears made by the table saw.
Scattering saw dust everywhere,
Angled cuts made with a fine finish.
Sharp, precise.
Sanded down, layered with glue.
Sanded again to bring about a smoother finish.
Nails again are plunged into the board.
Piercing the 2 x 4 beneath.
Measured evenly as the bubble from the level stays centered.
Checking twice before drilling.
My fathers hands worked tirelessly
Made rough as the 40 grit sand paper used to smoothen the wood made
after rough cuts.
Rough ends made smooth as the dust flown in the wind.
Father's hands soiled in the dirt.
Pulling weeds, making fresh the flower bed he made for my mother.
Decorating the front yard. A fine selling point if ever the housing market should inquire.
Mixing the concrete used to layer the bricks.
A damn fine foundation
Mixing red and off brown colored bricks to bring about color.
He planted sticky bushes and a rose bush along side of the house.
Trimming the hedges, cutting the grass the perfect height.
My fathers hands knows no bounds
Filling the creases with caulk. Making the seal even tighter on house restoration projects.
Taking his finger, wiping away the excess.
Using it else where
Replacing shingles one at a time, from the harsh winds that blew them away.
The experience of life lessons taught in a instance
Self taught.
If ever you should question, or inquire about my father.
My father's hands taught me plenty

Thursday, December 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: father,father and son
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Kewayne Wadley

Kewayne Wadley

Groton, Connecticutt
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