My Daddy’s Hands
My Daddy had big Hands, strong Hands with square fingers,
lines of the Nile River grooved atop each nail
his palm held a secret story of a son, conceived with a first wife, yet never born
My Daddy had big strong Hands,
Hands that carried heavy Southern Pacific packages from trains to commerce,
Hands that lit candles to Our Lady and prayed to God in the light of St. Patrick’s Church
to protect his familia and insure his simple life be blessed and sustained
My Daddy had big Hands ~ Al Jolson singing “Mammy” Hands
that clapped and waved to the beat of his tap dancing feet,
Hands that could span an octave no problem as he played
“Dark Town Strutters Ball” ~ I’ll be down to get’cha in a taxi honey
Hands that clapped loud and hard to “Shave & a haircut two bits!”
These were laugh out loud Hands, creators of 1930’s caricatures
“Toon Town Extraordinaires”
Hands that sketched expressive story telling faces,
Kewpie doll eyes with long lashes ~ that seen more than their years
My Daddy had big Hands combed with lines NOLA palm readers would’ve had a field day trying to read
Hands witnesses of the Great Black Tuesday Stock Crash ~ 10-29-29
the first air flight and Ford’s motorized cars
His hands also pulled streetcar gears and saved metal & wires to survive
The Great Depression
rebelliously planted in the front yard
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I always love a good poem about hands. I always find them to be deeply tender.
Yes, Jazmine, while writing this poem I felt like I was revisiting my Daddy ~ not just his hands. Writing this poem taught me how many stories our hands can tell. This reminded me of my Hula dancing days, when my eyes and hands told a story. Writing this was spiritually uplifting! Thank you for reading my piece.