 | by
Paige in my world of make-believe |
September 30th, 2005
He's your dad.
The one you see every day.
The one you kiss and hug every night.
He's the one you worry about,
when you see him on T.V..
The one you dream about,
when you pray for him at night.
He's the brave husband,
that stands gaurd at night.
The one who also talks in his sleep,
when he has bad dreams about his family at night.
He's the man on the street.
The one with the black glasses.
The one that smiles at you.
He's the bravest man you know,
the one who's willing to fight for you.
The one who's willing to protect,
the one who teaches you all you need to know.
The Father, the Keeper, the Husband, the Stranger, the Protector. the Teacher. . .
the Police Man,
My Father.
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