He was my first image of a hero,
And I was sure that he had
Secret super powers and a suit.
He was better than the Marlboro man,
The first real cowboy I ever knew,
And he doesn’t even have a horse.
He’s been a hunter and a nomad,
Gathering provisions for his clan,
Making fire and other miracles.
He was my first fairytale knight
Shining armor, rescues, and all.
I hid in the strength of his shadow.
He’s been a carpenter and architect,
Both designing and building
The foundations that I live on.
He was the first association I had
With the terms handsome and strong,
Still the embodiment of each.
He’s been a lighthouse and a rock,
Guiding me home to Shiloh
And lands of milk and honey.
He is feared and respected
Honored and cherished
And loved more than I can bear
Because he is my father.

12/27/2004

Posted on 12/28/2004
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