My father’s hands

I didn’t see it before…

I didn’t see his effort, in his work…

I didn’t see the years upon us…

I never noticed the angles of his limbs…

I never noticed the weather in his skin…

I never noticed the casualness of his skill…

I see him in the mirror in my image…

I see his purpose and I aim to follow…

I see his strength and I reflect…

...in my father’s hands and now in mine

                       Shannon R Killman