Ringing the Bell

He had a bad knee from a break while diggig us a storm cellar, but he would still kneel by my bed when I was sick as a child. His hands were huge, as I still remember
them, strong from years of hard work. He’d place them on my forehead and pray. The weight alone was a healing, a comfort. I would always say that when I grew into a man, one day, one day I’d have hands like his. The hands of a good father, husband, son, brother, friend…the hands of a man, one day, maybe. His hands would ring this bell. #somewheretexas #texas #bells #hands #father #son #lif