My Father's Hands

The heavy iron and the tailor`s scissors
were shaped like my father`s hands.

The night and the day, the money and the misery
were shaped like my father`s hands.

The anger and the happiness, the might and the shame
were shaped like my father`s hands.

The cold and the shade, the hope and the tears
were shaped like my father`s hands.

The table and the house,  the laughter and the sadness
were shaped like my father`s hands.

When I went out and looked at my hands
they were shaped like my father`s hands.