{"id":311,"date":"2016-03-06T04:27:09","date_gmt":"2016-03-06T04:27:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fatherville.com\/wordpress\/?p=311"},"modified":"2016-03-06T04:27:09","modified_gmt":"2016-03-06T04:27:09","slug":"my-dads-hands","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fatherville.com\/index.php\/2016\/03\/06\/my-dads-hands\/","title":{"rendered":"My Dads Hands"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Bedtime came, we were settling down,<br \/>\nI was holding one of my lads.<br \/>\nAs I grasped him so tight, I saw a strange sight:<br \/>\nMy hands. . .they looked like my dad&#8217;s!<br \/>\nI remember them well, those old gnarled hooks,<br \/>\nthere was always a cracked nail or two.<br \/>\nAnd thanks to a hammer that strayed from its mark,<br \/>\nhis thumb was a beautiful blue!<br \/>\nThey were rough, I remember, incredibly tough,<br \/>\nas strong as a carpenter&#8217;s vice.<br \/>\nBut holding a scared little boy at night,<br \/>\nthey seemed to me awfully nice!<br \/>\nThe sight of those hands &#8211; how impressive it was<br \/>\nin the eyes of his little boy.<br \/>\nOther dads&#8217; hands were cleaner, it seemed<br \/>\n(the effects of their office employ).<br \/>\nI gave little thought in my formative years<br \/>\nof the reason for Dad&#8217;s raspy mitts:<br \/>\nThe love in the toil, the dirt and the oil,<br \/>\nrusty plumbing that gave those hands fits!<br \/>\nThinking back, misty-eyed, and thinking ahead,<br \/>\nwhen one day my time is done.<br \/>\nThe torch of love in my own wrinkled hands<br \/>\nwill pass on to the hands of my son.<br \/>\nI don&#8217;t mind the bruises, the scars here and there<br \/>\nor the hammer that just seemed to slip.<br \/>\nI want most of all when my son takes my hand,<br \/>\nto feel that love lies in the grip.<\/p>\n<p>By David Kettler<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Bedtime came, we were settling down, I was holding one of my lads. As I grasped him so tight, I saw a strange sight: My hands. . .they looked like my dad&#8217;s! I remember them well, those old gnarled hooks, there was always a cracked nail or two. And thanks to a hammer that strayed [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"give_campaign_id":0,"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[18],"class_list":["post-311","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems-for-dads","tag-poems-for-dads"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/fatherville.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/311","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/fatherville.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/fatherville.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fatherville.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fatherville.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=311"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/fatherville.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/311\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":312,"href":"https:\/\/fatherville.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/311\/revisions\/312"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/fatherville.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=311"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fatherville.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=311"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fatherville.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=311"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}