My Father's Hands

In this book, where a young father shows his garden world to his daughter, one touches both the magical and the spiritual. Neither is mentioned, but both are there in the rich prose and wonderful paintings. The children I watched hearing it were caught up in the magic and the wonder of the discoveries. And they were quiet with my tears when I read of the dirt that never quite ever washed off the young father's hands. I was remembering my own father's hands that never quite ever lost that earthy stain. Would that every father-to-be recieve a copy of this work that exemplifies the ultimate essence of fatherhood - that "nothing in my father's hands would ever hurt me."