-:: Dad – A Hero’s Memories ::-

He isn’t a hero,
Known by the world.
But a hero he is,
To his little boy.

My daddy is God,
Who knew all things.
And better than Santa,
With the gifts he’d bring.

I knew his voice,
Before I could speak.
And loved it when,
He would sing me to sleep.

He changed my diapers,
And sat up patiently.
When I bawled all night
And I’d put up a fight.

He’d come home from work,
With lots to stories to share.
And made us all prostrate,
As he taught me to pray.

He taught me life’s lessons,
Of right from wrong.
And instilled in me values,
That I might be strong.

And so through the years,
Like a hero he stood.
Working to give,
All that he could.

His presence was important,
And I loved to see him smile.
For no one in the world,
Could emulate his style.

And so dear Dad,
My best memory to recall.
Is the gift of your presence
even in your absence,
The greatest gift of all

I love you and respect u a lot !!

“For this world you may be a person, but for me you’re the world !!”

– Your little Kid…..

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