Working with your hands, mending broken parts,
Joy within your working, touching many hearts,
Putting back together, parts that broke apart,
Rebuilding a lawn mower, warming Granddad's heart.

You can take a wrench here, and a bolt over there,
Gentle hands makes whole, things beyond repair.
Wouldn't it just be wonderful, if we all had the knack,
To take the broken things apart, and then to put them back.

It takes a gentle heart, to have such gentle hands,
Never losing patience, never losing friends.
Saying, just bring it on over, we'll look inside and see,
Then you turn a bolt, or move a screw, and there, Like new it will be.

So my boy, don't you see why everyone admires you?
With gentle heart and soul, your light comes shining through,
And if any need help, with an engine or a car,
All they have to do is call, and just like magic, there you are.

Written on October 13, 1999
Dedicated to my Grandson
Clayton Rinderknecht for his birthday April 28, 2000.

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