Poem | Rough Hands

 By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

Written: September 11th, 2021. Happy Birthday, Papa. 

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Rough hands caress my wrinkly skin

This man hangs the moon and the stars

And sings a lullaby for me at night

Rough hands tend to the black soil

And there springs flowers and fruits

This man's green thumbs; alive

Rough hands chop vegetables

And slice pork meat

This man cooks my favorite food

Rough hands build a roof over my head

This man drives me to school

And back home

My father's rough hands create me.

Thank you for being there

Thank you for being born.