Father's Day Poem

[Forever*young]

Hands of Time
fim 6/13/14

Old wrinkled fingers stretched and curled
tenderly grasping the tiny toddler’s hand,
but the tell was the sparkle that was ever-so evident
in the eyes of the elderly man.

As my father and son walked hand in hand
my heart swelled with overwhelming joy,
I was certain I was watching how the man who raised me
cherished me as a little boy.

My memory can’t remember back that far,
though I know he loved me throughout his life,
I’d like to think I provided him with the joy
that I can now see in his eyes.

A father is a care-giver who is forever imprinted
on the hearts and minds of the children he raised,
a person who lives beyond the number of his years
in stories in which he is praised.

Fim,

I believe you're on your way to writing a beautiful and touching poem! Actually, it already is a beautiful and touching poem, but it can be improved upon--as most things in life. We can never improve too much Anyway, there a few things I would consider perhaps changing or leaving out altogether, especially if you want it to have a better rhythm and flow or want it to make more sense. Below I tweaked it a little to maybe give you some ideas.

Old wrinkled fingers stretched and curled
And tenderly grasped the toddler's hand.
An ever-so-evident sparkle gleamed
deep in the eyes of the elderly man.

As my father and son walked hand in hand
I felt my heart overflow with joy,
I was certain I watched how he who raised me
cherished me as a little boy.

My memory can’t reach back that far,
But I know he loved me all through his life,
I’d like to think I brought him the joy
that I now can see in his eyes.

Fathers are care-givers forever imprinted
on the hearts of the children they raise,
Who live beyond the number of their years
in the stories in which they are praised.

Perhaps you should also consider adding more stanzas to this poem. Anyway, it's a wonderful start!