Monday, August 27, 2012

Father's Hands

We always miss his hands
Big and rough
Strong and sturdy
A pair of worker hands

Holding our hands
Guiding our steps
Gently touched our hearts
and wiped our tears

Playing guitar melodious
Exercising basketball and table tennis
Filling crosswords in newspaper
Teaching us English and math

Lift our high
once when we were a child
a moment ago with his grandkids
and forever for my mom