He wasn’t a hero,¹

Known by the world.

But a hero he was,

To his little girl.

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 all night.

When my body was weak

And I’d put up a fight.

He’d come home late,

With not much to say.

And made us all kneel,

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 we 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,

The greatest gift of all.

1. This post originally appeared in July 2007. [↩]

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