as you lay your weary body down, our hearts are heavy, your a million miles away, that one phone call a week lifts our spirits, but to hear your tired voice and not hold you, to feel your love shut of, you cant see it but you feel it deep within, i love you, you are my hero, days and nights i never stop thinking of you, you are my father my hero, yet the army took you, love could never have saved you, you were lost in your mind, lost in your own terror and nightmares.
The harden men weep for once was a life, their arch made with their guns… i walk through they are all a blur, you tore my heart out and deserted your family, the guns fire one after another 21 in total, and old lady wimpers, she never knew you like i did dad, i knew your faults knew your dreams shared your love of literiture, the casket slide down into the earth, how could you leave? just because i was 17 didnt mean i didnt need you, you were our partner in crime, the one that made us feel safe, the white rose slips from my hand, as they fill in the hole, my heart is burried deep with you, how can a man loved by so many, commit suicide? how can a man just not think, a daughters love never saved him, guess it was never enough i still feel you around, your in all of us kids from phils smile to damos walk, to my chin i love you, my hero
Emily Clark
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HAPPY FATHERS DAY
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A son writes about his father. Dad worked hard all his life. He was devoted to his family and friends. A man so sure and steady that you thought he’d be around forever.
My Hero
He never drove a big fancy car
He did not go very far in school
But he lived his life by the golden rule
He never had much money to spend
But he had the respect of all his friends
He was born and died in the same county
He never felt the need to search the world for bounty
He got up each morning at the break of dawn
Ate breakfast, packed his lunch and then he was gone
It takes a lot of work with a family to feed
A lot of devotion to meet their need
But he did it for years till his family was grown
Then he could retire and get to stay home
A time for rest but it didn’t last long
He became sick and then he was gone
I guess I thought he would always be there
When I had a problem I needed to share
But when I am low and feeling sad
I still draw strength from my hero, my Dad.