and held three new babies.
they've tucked in many buttoned shirts,
pet back forehead hair to soothe tears,
written reminders and
valentine cards for my mom.
they've planted trees
and painted walls and fences and formed
concrete into countertops.
they've dug through popcorn bowls
and retrieved mail.
they've put wood scraps together to build a headboard,
they've held up wobbling toddler knees
and forks full of omelet.
they've guided mom in dance steps,
put money into offering plates
and flipped through pages of the Word.
my favorite feature is my hands.
they look like his.
and maybe one day they'll do half the things
my father's hands