"Yours were the hands"

when i was a baby and mom went to work abroad,
Yours were the hands that pampered and nurtured me.

when the cold nights kicked in and i was freezibng cold,
Yours were the hands that made sure that i was tucked in and covered in warm blanket.

when i was little child and i had no sense of direction,
Yours were the hands that held my hand and led me to the right path.

when i first learned how to ride i bike,
Yours were the hands that taught me that it's normal to fall on my first time.

when my spirit was down and out, and i felt weary,
Yours were the hands that instructed me to pray to my Lord Jesus.

when i became a teenager and i rebelled againts mom's strictness,
Yours were the hands that urge me to understand mom.

when i became an adult and i stood on my own feet,
Yours were the hands that guided me.

at times i cried because some boy made me cry,
Yours were the hands that wipe my tears.

at times i hurt because some boy broke my heart,
Yours were the hands that hugged me and comforted me.

through all my accomplishments,
Yours were the hands that proudly placed the medals and the ribbons i gathered.

through all my sufferings and challenges,
Yours were the hands that picked me up each time i fell.

through all the years of joy and tears, of pain and happiness, of success and failure,
PAPA, Yours were the hands that molded me to be the person I am today.

And now, mines were the hands that clapped in rejoice and gratitude.

I love you, Papa. Happy Father's Day!

posted by pinay freestyle @ 11:34 AM

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