My Hero
My Hero
Ever since I was a child he tore a piece of sun and stitched me whole
working himself to the bone so I could have a bed and home
he never complained and he always made it back ,even during storms
He was my Father, My Hero, my best friend ...
When I was overwhelmed submerged in ether
listening to bells go off in a not so distant medical bed
he walked in to pick me up, gave me a giant doll
then scooped me in his big strong arms and took me home.
When I was left behind for reasons I could not comprehend
mistaken for crazy and sent to a medical facility,
he spoke to the doctors then gently brought me back to health.
When he was dying from cancer and I could not sleep
I drove hours to get to him,
Stopped a a nearby village, and found a perfect blue rose
When I placed it by his bedside, holding my hand he said to me
"Daughter, its time for me to go home. "
I wasn't ready but I released him and let him go,
how I found the strength, I will never know.
Until this day when I think of heroes I think of my dad
those starlit eyes, that golden smile, those strong arms.
Today, inside this broken heart of mine there lives a hero,
one that I could never replace, nor misplace. My dad.
July 27, 2022
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