My Father was My Hero
My father was my hero, all throughout my life. The father of eight children, he saw his share of strife. When I was very little, he appeared to be so large.
In my eyes he could do anything, we all knew he was in charge. He was a man of great strength both physically and in mind, but in him there was gentleness, he found ways to be outgoing and kind.
Many days of childhood were greeted with a kiss, and songs to me as I awoke, those days I surely miss. He made me feel so special, "Miss America" he would sing. I knew I had my father's love. It gave me courage to do almost anything.