To Papa -Through the Eyes of His Little Girl

Through the eyes of this little girl, to her Papa, no one could compare Always dashing in grey and navy suits with a white shrt and burgundy tie How she'd stare in awe, wide-eyed; her little face turn upward in gaze With a deep, stern voice he corrected, yet, with soft eyes, and warm hugs he consoled The world demands so much from a man and sometimes he was not perfect His bane was his good looks and a kind and honest heart During his younger years he struggled, yet his love for his family stayed true He was proud man in many ways and kept his promise to God and his wife Througout the years of struggle, he never left his queen in thirty-five years "Papa", one of God's creations by special design-fire and ice-compassionate and kind, Those who dared to cross him learned a lesson everytime Through extraordinary battles, some won and others lost Each challenge imposed, he rose and met-a remarkable feat! Then came one day, with his final battle raging, in some world beyond our eyes His body racked and worn with pain, Papa was sent home to say good bye My "Papa" stood tall one last time- and chose life with his Creator!