Write my father's English poems-my father's hands
It's bedtime, we settle down,
I grabbed one of my guys.
When I held him tightly, I saw a strange sight:
My hand. . . They look like my father's!
I remember very clearly, those rough old hooks,
One or two nails will always crack.
Thanks to a hammer that missed the target,
His thumb is beautiful blue!
I remember, they were rough and very hard,
As strong as a carpenter's vice.
But holding a scared little boy at night,
In my opinion, they are very good!
The sight of those hands-how impressive!
In the eyes of his youngest son.
Other fathers seem to have cleaner hands.
Their position affects employment.
When I was growing up, I seldom thought.
The reason for Dad's rough gloves:
Love in toil, dirt and oil,
Rusty water pipes make your hands uncomfortable!
Recalling the past, misty eyes, looking forward to the future,
When one day my time is over.
The torch of love is in my own wrinkled hands
Will be passed on to my son.
I don't mind the bruises and scars here and there.
Or the hammer that seems to be slipping.
What I want most is for my son to hold my hand,
To feel that love is in your hand.
David kettler.
Writing a Father's English Poem Part II A little girl needs her father.
A little girl needs a father.
For many, many things:
Like lifting her high off the ground.
Where the sun sings!
Like deep music.
This tells her that everything is right.
When she woke up frantically
Fear at night.
It's like a big mountain
Rise in her heart
Tell her how to get home.
When everything falls apart.
Like giving her love.
That's her ocean and air,
So dive deep into the sea or fly high.
She can always find him there.
Writing a father's English poem Part III What makes a father?
God uses the power of mountains,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of summer sunshine,
Calm the calm of the sea,
The generous soul of nature,
Comfortable arms at night,
The wisdom of the times,
The power of eagle flight,
The joy of spring morning,
The faith of a mustard seed,
Eternal patience,
The depth of family needs,
Then god combined these qualities,
When there is nothing to add,
He knew that his masterpiece had been finished,
Therefore, he called it ... Dad.