DADDY´S HANDS

 

Daddy's hands were rough

he had been working hard

daddy's hands were dirty

from working in the yard

 

I was outside riding

on my brand new bike

Daddy picked it for me

and it's one I really  like

 

Now I did not see the dog

run out in front of me

so I crashed my brand new bike

into the old oak tree

 

Daddy came a ' runnin'

and scooped me up so fast

he went running towards the house

my crashed up bike he passed

 

He cleaned up all my boo boos

and kissed away my tears

told me he'd repair the bike

even if it took years

 

Now Daddy's hands didn't seem

so very rough to me

Daddy's hand were gentle

he's my dad and he loves me

 

written by Debi Fisher

 

Photo Copyright: Anne Geddes