My Favorite Hero
Every girl, every woman no matter the age will understand what I am about to say.
It is about my hero, my favorite hero.
My Father. My Dad.
The most important man that has ever been or shall ever be.
He is no longer in my human realm.
He does not walk beside me here.
He is not here to look at me with deep chocolate concerning eyes.
But I still see him when he comes to check on me.
I see him when he comes into my dreams.
There I know he suffers not.
I see him standing tall, he is so strong.
Reaching out to hold my hand.
Praises my work, loves unconditionally.
When he finds that I am lost, he brings me home.
Still catching me if I fall.
Protecting me from unwanted foes.
Banging down doors rescuing me from capturers trying to enslave my soul.
Sometimes I feel the pain in my heart that remains when he left is way too strong.
Then I remember he suffers no more.
His little princess, I know I shall always be.
My favorite hero. My King. Forever he reigns.
Copyright © Maryann Porto | Year Posted 2023
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