FATHER
Father, “Take my hand my ‘little ones,’ it’s time to go,”
Then, our hands were given to a new father on earth,
Life began anew, one year a little girl, another a little boy,
There were many little hands given by the Father to earthly fathers over time,
And they all became instant caregivers,
They were all blessed with these special Heavenly gifts from above,
Yes, they too became special and suddenly responsible for each gift,
They took hold of those “blessings,” those little hands and guided them through life,
My little boy, “be strong and tough like me,” and “my little girl, be sweet and gentle as can be,”
And they both looked up to him with eyes of love, took his hand with total trust,
He was happy to share his love with tender kindness,
Then one day his little girl said, “Daddy, Take my hand, it’s time to go – together they walked up the aisle,”
Often, it’s hard to walk in a Father’s shoes, but Oh so beautiful,
Father, do not know how you are needed, depended upon, silently loved,
Father, you are special, you are always there; that’s why we know we can always say,
Please take my hand, FATHER