HIS HANDS...

Weathered and dry, scarred from work and  unimaginable toil..
In his hands tell stories of gripping hardship, darkened with soil..

His right last finger shows  a deep scar that brought to mind and memory ..
Years ago she recalls his injured, freshly stitched, tightly bound from his calamity ..

She had met him that day when he knocked, unaware of the moment ..
This  scar left so long ago reminded her today of  a lifelong loving commitment ..

His  hardworking  seasoned callused hands that gently held his children..
Those hands that wiped many  tears of heartbreak, fondly building kindred..

She is reminded of the years of happiness and struggle in his telling hands..
The story of this man so dear, this man of steel, this man still does all he can..

Just looking at his hands she is reminded of how very much she still loves him so..
The years of life show on his weathered scarred hands, beautifully the memories flow..

Patsy McNutt Morgan
01/04/14