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Happy Father’s Day 2024

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Happy Father’s Day 2024

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Traditionally, a white rose is for a father that has passed on, and a red rose is for a father that is living. I have a red and white rose, to honor both.

This rose looks a bit different, because it is mostly red, but has scattered places of white in the petals.

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Father, Dad, Pop, Paw, Daddy, Papa, Step-dad, Father in Law, Grandpa, Grandad …

Wishing all the fathers out there a very happy and fun day!

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photo of my hand on icy glass door

HIS HANDS

His hands are only in my memory, now

I see them in my mind’s eye, and how

I held them in my own, on that last day.

Strong and rough, yet the look

In his eyes, meeting great-grandkids, it took

His breath away.

Watching his hands, so much like my own,

As schoolwork was explained at home;

The times our fears he’d allay.

The clean smell of his lotion, his soap, and his hope,

He used to scrub the work-a-day toil, and to cope

With his daughter’s begging to play.

My mother in heaven, and we girls that last day,

Clasped our hands, with him… we did pray.

Now, I see my hands, and with me he’ll always be near.

Let the memories of his hands come, to always hold dear…

This way.

© 2016

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PUBLISHED (2016)

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I am very happy to announce that my poem, “His Hands”, has been published.

This is the second poem that has been published for the e-magazine, “felan”.

My poem can be found, along with other wonderful works of poetry and visual art, in the e-magazine, “felan – issue 5 – Courage”, by Jennifer Nichole Wells.

To preview and purchase your copy, in print, PDF, or ebook formats, click below:

http://www.blurb.com/b/7115598-felan-issue-5-courage

Thank you so much, Jennifer, for the opoportunity to submit my poem to your magazine.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2016 & 2024 BS

PUBLISHED (2)

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PUBLISHED (2)

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I am very happy to announce that my poem, “His Hands”, has been published.

This is the second poem that has been published for the e-magazine, “felan”.

My poem can be found, along with other wonderful works of poetry and visual art, in the e-magazine, “felan – issue 5 – Courage”, by Jennifer Nichole Wells.

To preview and purchase your copy, in print, PDF, or ebook formats, click below:

http://www.blurb.com/b/7115598-felan-issue-5-courage

Thank you so much, Jennifer, for the opoportunity to submit my poem to your magazine.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

 

HIS HANDS

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HIS HANDS

His hands are only in my memory, now

I see them in my mind’s eye, and how

I held them in my own, on that last day.

Strong and rough, yet the look

In his eyes, meeting great-grandkids, it took

His breath away.

Watching his hands, so much like my own,

As schoolwork was explained at home;

The times our fears he’d allay.

The clean smell of his lotion, his soap, and his hope,

He used to scrub the work-a-day toil, and to cope

With his daughter’s begging to play.

My mother in heaven, and we girls that last day,

Clasped our hands, with him… we did pray.

Now, I see my hands, and with me he’ll always be near.

Let the memories of his hands come, to always hold dear…

This way.

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© 2016

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For dVerse Poets Pub – Poetics – with host Mish…”Can You Give Me a Hand”…prompt word = Hands

Poetics – Can You Give Me a Hand?

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }I{