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Daddy’s Hands

Daddy's Hands

My Daddy Playing His Banjo While He Was Here For Monkey’s Birthday

Banjo Music, BlueGrass Music it resonates from my Daddy’s very being

The music is joyful, lively, powerful, passionate and full of pain, laughter, struggles and emotion

It is the music of my father

The joy that I see in his face as he strums his banjo , as his fingers dance on the strings

strumming, plucking, fumbling, finding their way

bringing forth the notes that make up the music of his childhood, his legacy

Joy swells in my heart, pride overwhelms the tears that tickle my eyes

happiness and peace settle on me as I listen and my heart beats with the rhythm of the strings

“Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love …..
In Daddy´s hands.”

~ Holly Dunn

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  1. Fabulous and very touching.
    .-= Melody @ Party Cupcake Ideas´s last blog ..Runts Fruit Candy Cupcake =-.

  2. Gah, you got me all misty eyed and it made me miss my Dad. He also played music, a guitar not a banjo, but he never got to play for his grandchildren. His disease took that from him long before he had the chance. I’m sure the first time he held my oldest the desire crossed his mind. Someday he will sing to them and I’ll have to find a record player of some sort so they can hear it.

    Beautiful Post.

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