My Father's Hands Are Beautiful

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My father's hands are beautiful. Fathers parenting wisdom. I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments when they arent trying to teach us. Worthington on my Pinterest board about hands.

Do with me what you will. Beyond this shadow land Where all is bright and fair I know full well these dear old hands. I always wished that I had dainty pretty hands but I guess Ill get by with functional strong hands.

Where corn or soy beans would soon grow. These hands will folded be. That broke in the toil of the day.

Nurture and nature we have come to understand. In a poetic sense often works. But he was head-strong good appetite and humorous.

Let only your will be done in me and in all your creatures. Her Hands Poem. My fathers hands worked the land holding the steering wheel of the tractor guiding it down the long straight rows.

Umberto Eco Foucaults Pendulum. Now a spotted wrinkled road map that time sun and sweat have hardened them to a painted tortoise shell. He always looked tired when.