My Grandpa's Hands - Love Poem

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If you were to see my Grandpa as he worked each day,
You might not take a second look or even glance his way.
But when I remember him and all he means to me,
I close my eyes and Grandpa's hands are what I always see.

As a child, I learned to trust when he would lift me high;
For in the safety of his hands, I’d almost touch the sky.
As my own hands were growing, I would hold his up to mine.
I’d ask him, “When will my hands grow?”
He’d say, “Just give them time.”

Whether used for chastening or brushing back my tears,
I knew his hands were guiding me all throughout the years.
His hands were symbols of his strength, yet gentle all the while.
The loving warmth of Grandpa's hands would always make me
Smile.