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Looking through my picture book
I see once more my day of birth
and cradled in my fathers arms
I'm in the kindest hands on earth
Memories swim through my thoughts
of sitting on my father's knee
and I take his warm hand in mine
and it touches my face so lovingly
And on so many mornings past
Those hands would wake me for the day
and oh how cold those two hands seemed
as they sent me on my way
and now that I have gone away
and those hands are beyond my grasp
every day I try to think how
those two hands I could reach and clasp
Looking through my picture book
I found a photo, Yesterday
of that Grandpa I hardly know
before the time he passed away
and soon I noted that his hands
were like the ones I've so long loved
and I knew that I'd someday be
In my grandpa's arms in heaven above.
Denice Hurlbut, 1998