Hands

by Chelsey   Oct 16, 2013


Readings this at my dad's funeral :)

June 4th, 1991-
The first time my tiny fingers were cupped in the
palm of your hand. I didn't know that day how important
it was to embrace you, but now, I'm reflecting on all the
times I have.

I looked at pictures of all the times I held on to you.
Learning to walk, rollerblade, in crowded hallways,
your protection wrapped around my bones and I was
fearless.

High fives, living room dances, teaching me how to
perfectly place my fingers around the lace of a
football, were always the sweetest touches.

On movie nights, you reminded me that I'll always be
your baby, as you still enjoyed rubbing my head to
sleep before the film was over.

Dad, I know your heart broke in two to realize you will
not be here to give away my hand in marriage, but
that is not (and will not ) be the most important moment
you and I could have shared.

The most valuable moment I have with you, the most
critical lesson you have taught me, is that no matter how
old I am, weak I am, broke I am, or stressed I am, I must
always lend my hand to anyone who needs it.

As you laid on your death bed I rubbed your knuckles,
cried, and smiled. Because I know that even though your
life is gone, your spirit is carried in me, and I'm covered
by yours and The Lords defensive hands.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Britt

    Judging comment:

    Words can't express the emotion in this poem - Chelsey definitely didn't leave a dry eye in this house with poetry like that. I can't even imagine what she is currently going through, and I know poetry is such a great emotional outlet.. but her poem here shows so much strength. I love that she says she will read this at her Dads funeral.....such an amazing tribute to him. I had chills every line. There's nothing to critique here. Just a touching piece of poetry.

  • 10 years ago

    by ZinaZonic

    This actually brought me to tears. i Recently lost my mother, I wasnt there when she died, nor at her bedside.

    Beautifull written, I feel your pain. 5/5

  • 10 years ago

    by nouriguess

    <3

  • 10 years ago

    by Burning Angel

    Wow... all i have to say is this poem had me on the verge of tears! it is so beautiful and your dad had to be one great man to be able to have this effect in your life...

    My dad is about the same. only some of this my dad never does because he is not an affectionate person at all. but all i could think about while reading this is how my dad makes me feel when he calls me his baby.

    I am so sorry for your loss

  • 10 years ago

    by Justanothertwit

    This poem is beautiful and emotionally moving. My throat is dry now and my eyes watery as well. I feel like you are incredible woman, this seems so at peace and so strong, your father must have been very proud of you. But I am sorry for your loss.

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