My Father...

My Father...

By: The Divine Swan

When I made my first appearance,                            

In this strange world,

My father was the first one,

To  hold me in his arms,

He made sure the sun rose,

Every day for me.

From my first day,

In this mysterious new world,

My father kept a big place for me,

In his humongous heart.

As I grew into a toddler,

My father held my hand,

One by one,

I learned to walk,

And make footprints,

Like my dad.

When I started to walk,

My father guided me,

To a valley,

Where mistakes were granted,

The place was called home.

Albeit,

My father was sad,

He would make me laugh,

He taught me how to make,

The entire world,

At your feet.

Throughout the years,

My father,

Let me giggle and dream,

And showed me the ropes.

Love,

My father gave wholeheartedly,

And helped me grow.

When I got mad at him,

My father's pain would show,

His sullen face,

would droop,

And life would become slow.

My father,

Lets me dream,

And shows me the world,

He giggles with me,

Even when he is sad.

My father,

Is like,

A rhythm in my heart.

I love him,

From the core of my heart,

My father is a hero,

Without a cape,

And mask.