Sunday, July 12, 2009
Everyone has memorie's of when
they were small, standing next to
daddy looking up he was so tall.
I would like to share my Dad with
I will tell you a little story of how
my Daddy grew.
I was born one day in winter, the
snow was falling down.
As he made tracks for home when
he received a call.
That Mom had fallen down and I
was about to be born.
He rushed us to the hospital, through
the red lights in the town.
All the time the snow was still falling
I was anxious to be born on that
cold and wintery day.
Mom told me, that daddy kept telling
her to hold on.
We made it to the delivery room just
as I appeared.
As Daddy snatched me up and held
me in his hands.
Daddy's hands were the first to hold
Mom told me, he was proud as proud
Time passed by and I was turning four
and everywhere we went my hand was
in my Daddy's hand.
He would throw me in the air and as I
came down, he would catch me in his
hands while I giggled, more, more.
My Daddy's hands were big, my daddy's
hands were strong.
Yet they were the gentlest even when I
We would walk along the shore line
he would take my hand in his.
Then swing me up upon his shoulder's
with two hands he did this.
I would start to fall and he would catch
me quickly with his hands.
When I cried he wipped my tears away
gently with his hand.
My Daddy's hands were big and they
Yet they were oh so gentle even when
I was wrong.
I grew to be a woman, and we still walked
hand and hand.
He would tell me stories of my childhood
days with a smile upon his face.
He said that being a Dad wasn't easy
and he grew up fast.
He did his best to raise me right, and
keep me in his grasp.
You see my Daddy's hands were
always there to support me, they
held me up when i would fall.
Yet they were oh so gentle, even when
I was wrong.
He left me with sweet memories, and
I cherish everyone.
For the last thing I remember is
my Daddy's hands in mine.
Thank you Dad, I Love You,
Happy Heavenly Birthday
written by: Paula
March 6, 2003