My loving and sun-beaten father;
Calloused hands but the most tender arms.
I often felt those calluses and thought “how do you even get calluses like that?”
You love your family. And over 20, 30 years of loving your family, you get calluses like that.
I love those calloused hands.
Those of the man whom is maybe the only one I doubt never the love he has for me. And whose embrace I’ve yet to find a competitors hug beat,
That of my father; sun-beaten and callous-handed.
Yes, the man who taught me what love was.