My Daddy's Hand's

My Daddy’s hands were warm hands.
They held me safe from nightmare monsters.

My Daddy’s hands were helping hands.
They always could fix little girl dreams.

My Daddy’s hands were working hands.
They could build anything.

My Daddy’s hands were strong hands.
They held my world.

My Daddy’s hands were playful hands.
They reached to play games or tickle children.

My Daddy’s hands were loving hands.
They held me and made me feel worthy of
love when all the dreams were
broken.

I always knew I would be okay
when life was in

My Daddy’s hands.