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Hands

I remember…..

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

Huge!

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.

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Can I Carry You?

I love this poem. I hope you all enjoy it too!
By: Brad Anderson
Published on February 2006
I guess that I can hold you

one more time before you grow

and tell you that I love you

so that you will always know.

Please let me tie your shoe again.

One day you’ll tie your own.

And when you think back to this time

I hope it’s love I’ve shown.

Can I help you put your coat on?

Can I please cut up your meat?

Can I pull you in the wagon?

Can I pick you out a treat?

One day you might just care for me,

so let me care for you.

I want to be a part

of every little thing you do.

Tonight could I please wash your hair?

Can I put toys in the bath?

Can I help you count your small ten toes

before I teach you math?

Before you join a baseball team

can I pitch you one more ball?

And one more time can I stand near

to make sure you don’t fall?

Let’s take another space-ship ride

Up to the Planet Zoor.

Before our Cardboard Rocket

doesn’t fit us anymore.

Please let me help you up the hill.

while you’re still too small to climb.

And let me read you stories

while you’re young and have the time.

I know the day will come

when you will do these things alone.

Will you recall the shoulder rides

and all the balls we’ve thrown?

I want you to grow stronger

than your Dad could ever be.

And when you find success

there will be no soul more proud than me.

So will you let me carry you?

One day you’ll walk alone.

I cannot bear to miss one day

from now until you’ve grown.
Taken from: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/one-last-time

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The 29th

Twenty-nine years of marriage,

Twenty-nine years of fun

Twenty-nine years of laughter,

Twenty-nine years and we’re not yet done

Twenty-nine years we shared together,

Twenty -nine years we’ve been through all

Twenty-nine years we experienced trials,

Twenty-nine years we still stand tall

Twenty-nine years, it wasn’t perfect

But regrets, that I have none

After twenty-nine years the chldren have grown,

The memories of their childhood will never be gone

Twenty-nine years it rained and it shined,

We were young then but now, not so

I’m glad we’re stll here after all the storm,

And I know we will always be for twenty-nine years more.

To my parents who celebrate their 29th anniversary on the 29th of April 2012.

-Isis (maria michaela)