My Father's Hands MAG

By Rachel Felgenhauer, Spokane, WA

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.

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Daelyn said...
on Apr. 2 2014 at 8:44 am
Daelyn, Grandville, Michigan
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I love it! Something people can relate to! 

on Apr. 2 2014 at 8:42 am
Jordan Meendering, Grandville, Michigan
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I liked this poem well done!

itsana GOLD said...
on May. 30 2013 at 7:41 pm
itsana GOLD, Plano, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"best way to save humanity is to turn the monsters against one another"~neil shusterman

Aww such a sweet poem ^_^ keep up the good work!   Please check out some of my work(:

on Jun. 24 2009 at 11:59 pm
ChelseaH PLATINUM, McFarland, Wisconsin
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this is an excellent poem. it reminds me so much of my father and grandfather. you definatly should keep writing. good job.

on Nov. 26 2008 at 6:35 pm
I wish my Dad was like this.

This poem is great. Short, simple, sweet, and enjoyable.

on Sep. 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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