This world has so any heroes, some you’d know by name, who give their best at what they do; so they deserve their fame. But among all of the heroes this world has ever had, there’s not one admired more than the guy that I call, ‘DAD.
Perhaps not all like others, he doesn’t look for praise. He’s heroic in his special way, in his thoughtful caring ways. He’s not as famous as the others that you see. But he’s everything and so much more that heroes ought to be. He keeps his word, its good as gold, on this you can depend. He’s honest and he’s loyal too. Whenever l hear about a hero, and the great things they have done, reminds me of my father, he is the greatest one.
Though he’s not a hero, known by the world. But a hero he is to his little girl.
He held my hand when l was small and caught me when l fell. He’s the hero of my childhood and my later years as well.
My First Love….My First Hero…always my Dad
Happy Father’s month……