Five small fingers
Memories! Five small fingers that cling to your hand when the way home is long. That go groping for the pencils and pens in your pocket or for anything else to be found there.
Not much use for buttoning up a child’s coat or managing a spoon at mealtimes--not very clean either, unless mother has had a look at them lately. Oh yes! They can get into mischief, help in scrambling over or under fences, tearing up the newspaper or pulling a playmate’s hair.
But they are only childish fingers and they are, like the child, easily hurt. And yet they will hold a man to his work when nothing else will, when the job is a tiring nuisance, ambition thwarted by cynics and the world a mess or trouble.
And there is no phrase in the English language that carries such a depth of meaning as much as “daddy’s home!” And there’s nothing that stiffens a man’s backbone like the trust of a small hand laid in his own.
Until next time.