My Father, My Hero
He was my hero when I was a child,
His way with words were never harsh, always mild.
He taught me how to live and have a pure heart,
This he showed me from the very start.
I felt he was too easy because he never took a stand,
But as I grew older, I realized that's what he planned.
He needed to be caring and the parent that would listen,
Each time I spoke to him, his eyes would always glisten.
Now that I am a mother and have a daughter myself,
I learned from him how to make her feel special, never just on the shelf.
He showed me how to be very good hearted sometimes, too much,
But it helped me to keep my loved ones close in my clutch.
Each day that passes I realize what he helped me become,
I'll always be full of love and emotions, never numb.
My hero is my father but he passed away,
I will always love you and I miss you everyday.
Copyright © Debra Baviello | Year Posted 2015
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