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小時後送你去機場，
忘記你當時對我說了什麼，
只記得年幼的我攀爬在機場的鐵絲網，
落寞地望著天空，
並問媽媽該向哪架飛機揮手。
每隔一陣子總會收到你親自錄的錄音帶，
慈藹地關心我的生活，
對我說你有多喜歡我在郵簡上的塗鴉，
耐心地解答我的奇想和疑惑。
我喜歡抱著錄音機一遍又一遍聽著你的聲音，
就算牽不到你的手，也能感受到你的溫柔。
幽默風趣的你，從不把愛說出口，
對家人的關懷，總以行動傳送。
數十年後，換你送我，
正慶幸自己沒有淚灑機場、準備轉身出關的時候，
你一句：「從現在起，真正放妳單飛了」害我破功。
你輕拍著我背的手，
有著愛和期許，也有著安慰與擔憂，
沒說的，比說的還多……。
不管你在不在我身邊，
我都能感覺到你那雙有力的手默默支持著我。
僅以此文和Holly Dunn演唱的「Daddy’s Hand」獻給我兼俱新、舊好男人特質的優質老爸，以及各位已為人父、將為人父的叔、伯、兄、弟們——
父親節快樂！
《Daddy’s Hands》
by Holly Dunn
(中譯：Cyberreading)
I remember Daddy´s hands, folded silently in prayer.
記得祈禱時，父親的手靜靜地合握；
And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.
當我作惡夢，他伸出手來擁抱我。
You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines.
從他佈滿老繭和皺紋的手，能讀到許多故事，
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.
那是經年的工作和擔憂所遺留的刻痕。
I remember Daddy´s hands, how they held my Mama tight,
記得父親的手是如何地緊擁母親；
And patted my back, for something done right.
也記得，當我作了對的事，他如何輕拍我的背。
There are things that I´ve forgotten, that I loved about the man,
關於我愛他的事，有些已淡忘；
But I´ll always remember the love in Daddy´s hands.
但我將永遠記住從父親的手所傳遞給我的愛。
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
當我哭泣，父親的手是那麼溫柔與和善；
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
當我犯錯，父親的手堅實猶若鋼鐵。
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle,
他的手不總是輕柔，
But I´ve come to understand.
然而，我逐漸瞭解—
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.
父親的手總是充滿著愛。
I remember Daddy´s hands, working 'til they bled.
記得，父親的手不斷辛勤工作，直到滲血；
Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.
無私的犧牲，就只為讓家人溫飽。
If I could do things over, I´d live my life again.
如果一切能重來，我願再重活一遍，
And never take for granted the love in Daddy´s hands.
不再將父親藉由雙手傳遞的愛視為理所當然。
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
當我哭泣，父親的手是那麼溫柔與和善；
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
當我犯錯，父親的手堅實猶若鋼鐵。
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
他的手不總是輕柔，
But I´ve come to understand.
然而，我逐漸瞭解—
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.
父親的手總是充滿著愛。
《Daddy’s Hands》
by Holly Dunn
(中譯：Cyberreading)
I remember Daddy´s hands, folded silently in prayer.
記得祈禱時，父親的手靜靜地合握；
And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.
當我作惡夢，他伸出手來擁抱我。
You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines.
從他佈滿老繭和皺紋的手，能讀到許多故事，
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.
那是經年的工作和擔憂所遺留的刻痕。
I remember Daddy´s hands, how they held my Mama tight,
記得父親的手是如何地緊擁母親；
And patted my back, for something done right.
也記得，當我作了對的事，他如何輕拍我的背。
There are things that I´ve forgotten, that I loved about the man,
關於我愛他的事，有些已淡忘；
But I´ll always remember the love in Daddy´s hands.
但我將永遠記住從父親的手所傳遞給我的愛。
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
當我哭泣，父親的手是那麼溫柔與和善；
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
當我犯錯，父親的手堅實猶若鋼鐵。
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle,
他的手不總是輕柔，
But I´ve come to understand.
然而，我逐漸瞭解—
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.
父親的手總是充滿著愛。
I remember Daddy´s hands, working 'til they bled.
記得，父親的手不斷辛勤工作，直到滲血；
Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.
無私的犧牲，就只為讓家人溫飽。
If I could do things over, I´d live my life again.
如果一切能重來，我願再重活一遍，
And never take for granted the love in Daddy´s hands.
不再將父親藉由雙手傳遞的愛視為理所當然。
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
當我哭泣，父親的手是那麼溫柔與和善；
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
當我犯錯，父親的手堅實猶若鋼鐵。
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
他的手不總是輕柔，
But I´ve come to understand.
然而，我逐漸瞭解—
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.
父親的手總是充滿著愛。
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