Friday, August 02, 2013

Grandpa's Hands

This is what our "kids" gave to their grandfather for Father's Day this year. We call him Pahka in case that wasn't obvious.
Here's the words of the poem:
Grandpa's Hands
When I was just a child and
You would hold my hand
I didn't have to worry,
I didn't understand.
As I grew and
Learned to stand on my own,
Sometimes I was scared and
I felt all alone.
But then there you were standing by my side.
You held my hand again and
Taught me not to hide.
I am older and wiser now.
Now I understand.
The strength that lives within me
Comes from my grandpa's hand.