Papa's Hands Are Shaking
Pins and Needles
By Charlie SourirePublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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Papa's hands are shaking
Why that is nobody knows
Hands are hooked in pockets
And words all come out slow
Papa's hands are shaking
And there's a picture on the fridge
Of me when I was a baby
In Papa's hands strong and big
Papa's hands are shaking
Stress takes its toll
Brood of young dependents
Depending on the old
Papa's hands are shaking
His children cannot help
One child tries to save him
The other never grew up
When papa's hands stop shaking
I'm not sure where I'll be
But I'll try and help my mama
Because the apple fell right under the tree.
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About the Creator
Charlie Sourire
Author and poet who specializes in imagery and vivid words.
My roots are reviving amidst the zephyrs and gales aboveground.
Appalachian Anthology coming soon.
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