JoJo Bean

My Father's Hands - Poem by JoJo Bean

My Father's Hands

As I look upon my father's hands

now a spotted, wrinkled road map,

that time, sun and sweat,

have hardened them to a painted tortoise shell.

Those, the same hands that I once feared,

and yet at the same time so gentle

that they held my tiny hand deep within.

I feared nothing as if he was the grace of God.

Will they still remember me?

My Father's hands.

9 April 2008

Comments about My Father's Hands by JoJo Bean

  • Meggie Gultiano (12/5/2008 7:06:00 AM)

    this is an emotional but a beautiful write sis. I love this (Report) Reply

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  • (4/10/2008 12:46:00 AM)

    A splendid poem JoAnn! Thank you for sharing, a joy to read indeed! ! *10*! !
    Best wishes! Friend Thad
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  • (4/9/2008 4:17:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem JoJo, way to go... Andy 10 (Report) Reply

  • Craig Anderson (4/9/2008 10:01:00 AM)

    Just Simply Beautiful. Thank you for sharing and have no doubt you have jolted a lot of memories for people. Regards Craig. (Report) Reply

  • (4/9/2008 9:44:00 AM)

    I am sure that your father's hands will remember you. Beautiful poem. Shine on, JoJo.


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  • (4/9/2008 9:32:00 AM)

    Lil sis, they will still remember you. Your still that little daddy's girl from long, long ago. This is beautiful and very poignant. Top marks and thanks for sharing it Lil sis.
    Big Bruv
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, January 9, 2009

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