My Hero

A tiny hand being held
of being loved, feeling safe
My father, strong yet gentle
the centre of my universe

Unconditional trust of a child
high up on Daddy’s shoulder
his princess happy and laughing
strong arms holding his little girl

Eyes filled with tears
lips quivering, hic-cupping
Daddy’s voice stern
a scolding for being naughty

Hard-working, the bread-winner
a roof over our heads,
food on the table, a full belly
and clothes on our backs

A blue-collar worker
hands rough and calloused
tired after the days’ work
happy to be home with his family

However tough life became
my father never complained
if he was afraid, it never showed
he made us feel safe and protected

When I was afraid, i ran to him
he told me not to be afraid
to stand up and face my fears
for nothing is as bad as it seems

To always know you are loved
never doubting a father’s love
the greatest gift I received
a love I continue to treasure

Daddy’s voice is silenced now
but I hear him in my heart
at times I forget his voice
then in dreams he talks to me

By C.E. Pereira
(24-5-2014)

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