He was a tall man with a big built
He reminded me of a well built building
I was too young to know, what struggles he went through
In my father’s eyes he was the strict parent,
In mine he was a gentle giant.
I can’t remember if I hugged him enough
Or told him I loved him
But I have fond memories of him, no matter how few.
He didn’t speak much but he gave me boundless unspoken love.
He had big hands
They were hard working hands
They were also the one’s that disciplined my dad
But those same hands guarded me and I remember they were rough but gentle.
Those hands, they guided me more than I ever would have thought.