My Father the Hero
Do we ever think of telling our dad how we feel about them?
My father the hero, do I dare to tell?
Yet I remember now as I look on his face so cold
My dad the hero as he would comfort me in the night
Screaming within my dreams, my dad stood there as I momentarily woke
“I have shooed them away, those fears within your head, those terrible folk
I’m here and they will not come back this night “
Who would come now to scare me in my dreams as my Dad stood guard?
From the comfort of his touch I would sleep well, tucked in tight
The morning would come and into the kitchen I would stand
Grumpy in my mood and still half asleep, I would snap and ignore my hero of the night
Yet my Dad would smile and look at me with love
Only the sandman in my eyes, breakfast on my mind
I stand here now with tears in my eyes and ask why I never said
Trying to make it okay within myself
My Dad that kept me safe each night
Yet he is gone now and I can still feel his presence in my ‘doorway of life’
Protecting me from my fears in the day or night
He never faltered as I grew, to care and watch over me
Here I stand feeling safe, made into the man I am
I ask why I never told him how I felt, my old man
My Dad the hero who encourages me, protects me, ensures
I am safe
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