My Hero
(A story in the Father's Day Trio)
By The Meepy Freak
His childhood haunts me as I think of him
His black hair and brown eyes: the light in dark
He would persevere, no matter how grim
He is my hero and at night, my spark
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His courage leads me to his lonely grave
Where the stone mocks my sadness with nullity
As I slowly think of the joy he gave
And appreciate his fidelity
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I carry a rose as guilt consumes me
My happiness was all he desired
Yet, I did not commend his bravery
Still, he was the person I admired
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He was a great hero, fighting the bad,
Never again will I forget my dad.