Daddy's Touch

Hands were strong 'n masculine
yet had a gentle touch
safe-haven for my broken heart
when life became to much

Fingers long and slender
brushed thru my curly hair
mended wounds of childhood
with tender loving care

He molded family values
his faith was ever strong
hugs and praise were given
helped guide me right along

Old and gray with wrinkles
his grasp became so weak
yet, still I feel the softness
his touch upon my cheek

Hand in hand with Daddy
paint pictures of the mind
looking back remembering
all the days now gone

Clinging to the mem'ries
of Daddy's warm embrace
every thought is golden
can never be replaced

And when my days are over
I finally meet my fate
hand in hand with Daddy
I'll enter Heaven's Gate

© Rose Marie Streeter
07/04/06