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.