Daddys Hands

this poem is about the loss of my grandfather

Daddy’s Hands

Precious as a lamb
With Gods hands
Five will carry on
Because of his gift
Composing his notes
For those to hear
Is the sweet remedy
For others to come near
His story remains
Told and known
That his love for everyone
Will be unknown
For inside his hands
The love will grow
And only those who know him
Will let it show.