My Father's Hands This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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My father’s hands
are rough and worn.
Not at all like my mother’s.
They are strong,
from years of baling hay.
They are calloused,
from each new project.
They are sure,
from practice with basketballs and hammers.
They are the hands that protect me,
and pick me up when the world knocks me down.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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Daelyn said...
Apr. 2, 2014 at 8:44 am
I love it! Something people can relate to! 
 
Jordan M. said...
Apr. 2, 2014 at 8:42 am
I liked this poem well done!
 
Florescente said...
May 30, 2013 at 7:41 pm
Aww such a sweet poem ^_^ keep up the good work!   Please check out some of my work(:
 
ChelseaH said...
Jun. 24, 2009 at 11:59 pm
this is an excellent poem. it reminds me so much of my father and grandfather. you definatly should keep writing. good job.
 
SillyIndigoSea said...
Nov. 26, 2008 at 6:35 pm
I wish my Dad was like this.
This poem is great. Short, simple, sweet, and enjoyable.
 
davidismyoneandonly said...
Sept. 3, 2008 at 12:14 pm
this is an amazing poem it reminds me of my father before he passed away...
 
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