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The Handyman
By Rich Reith
His muscles flex as hammer meets nail.
Sweat trickling down his chiseled face.
She smiles as he ponders each detail
Knowing she'd rather be no other place.
Stopping now, together they stand
and admire perfection in every stair.
Together as one, hand in hand,
Pride in this symbol of his loving care
His creation rises like the eagle's flight
Straight and true like the man she loves,
Who in this life is her shining knight.
And she gives her thanks to God above.
Copyright © February 2008 by Rich Reith. All rights reserved.
By Rich Reith
His muscles flex as hammer meets nail.
Sweat trickling down his chiseled face.
She smiles as he ponders each detail
Knowing she'd rather be no other place.
Stopping now, together they stand
and admire perfection in every stair.
Together as one, hand in hand,
Pride in this symbol of his loving care
His creation rises like the eagle's flight
Straight and true like the man she loves,
Who in this life is her shining knight.
And she gives her thanks to God above.
Copyright © February 2008 by Rich Reith. All rights reserved.