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My Daddy the Hero
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wtc Everyone always called my daddy a hero
He rescued kitties
He put out the store when it caught fire
He went to the city when the bad men crashed the planes
He saved lots of people
my Daddy was a hero...
is a hero,
they tell me.
They built a memorial to him in our town square
Mommy cried when the phone rang
before she even picked it up.
She holds me tighter now.
Daddy isn’t coming home.
They ask me if I hate Arabs
I don’t even know what they are.
All I know is that Daddy is gone.
They all call him a hero
They built a statue.
But statues can’t tuck me in
or give me piggyback rides.
A statue can’t walk me down the aisle someday.
I should be proud
they say.
Someday I will understand
they say.
Maybe I will
But right now
I wish that my daddy wasn’t a hero
aww this poem was beautiful, I have friends from school who lost either one or both their parents all though we are in highschool i guess they could look it as if they were still kids...
A wonderful tribute. But statues can tuckmein or give me piggyback rides. A statue can't walk me down the aisle someday. Very touching and very, very true.