My Fathers Hands
My fathers hands are rough and well used. He has worked his whole life to make his hands look like this. Built houses, dug ditches, fed animals, plowed fields. I look at this picture and I love my fathers hands. When I was young I would pick all the slivers out of his fingers at the end of the day. To me these hands are beautiful.
When I look at my hands and my dads hands, they are the exact same. Only mine are a little more feminine! Especially on this day when you see my hands at their very best. Maybe one day I can look back at my hands and see the many stories that they tell... just like my dads.
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