I was only 3 when you made me hold gym rings,
You said I could swing in them and I really did
A toy horse most kids’ admiration, you bought for me
I rode until I fell, you asked me to try again,
You raised me like a son
Taught me honesty, boosted my confindence –
Even when mom left us, you didn’t break down,
Neither could I, because I wanted to pretend strong;
For you papa our lives had been secure
We never saw obstacles coming our way;
You were always our shield papa,
I never saw hero who could do that.
To be a hero you don’t need gun,
Love and care for the family can make you one.
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