My Daddy's Hands by Holly Dunn

Dad’s Coffee Cup

I look at the cup.
To those who don’t know,
This is just an ordinary cup,
But to me it is more than that.
I think that perhaps you may feel the same.
That is why on this Christmas Day,
I will allow you to partake.
All I ask is that possibly return the favor in one year.
Enjoy this simple cup,

With all the memories that we may share.

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