My Hero
My hero can’t fly, he’s strong but not super
He’s 43 years old and drives a mini cooper
He doesn’t have x-ray vision, in fact he can barely see
And he jumps a little everytime he sees a bee.
He can fall asleep anywhere, and snores like thunder
But even though he carries us he’s never been encumbered
He used to be a step in a long flight of stairs
But now he’s all of it, he’s always been there
My Step-dad was there at night to drive me home
From my first job, where I flipped burgers for hours trying not to groan
I remember we went golfing, and I had my first drink
And feeling funny afterwards throwing up in the sink
He was there when my mom left, I’m surprised he stayed
But he did because he loves us to his dying day
Unlike my Mom my Dad’s no zero
He loves us
We love him
And he’ll always be
My Hero
Copyright © Skye Robertson | Year Posted 2017
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