Loss of Father Poem

Poem About Dad Being A Hero

I was in foster care when I found out my dad was dying from a cyst on his pancreas. I was allowed to see him one last time before he passed. I was so young and confused about why it had to be my dad. I was so mortified that I couldn't be in my dad's arms again or have him walk me down the aisle or have him see first grandchild. My dad was always there for me no matter how sick he was from all the chemo. That's why he's my hero!

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My Hero

© more by Desiree Cantu

Published: February 2016

He wasn't important
or a hero known by the world,
but a hero he was
to this little girl.

See, my dad wasn't God,
but he knew a lot of things.
He wasn't part of royalty,
but in my eyes he was a king.

He taught me life's lessons,
the difference between right and wrong.
At night when I couldn't sleep,
he'd rock and sing me a song.

His presence was important,
and I loved to see him smile.
He told me I would succeed
if I walked the extra mile.

As time kept going on,
I could see something in his eye.
It was time for him to go home,
and it was time to say goodbye.

As I stood right by his side,
tearful eyes and knees so weak.
I bent over to say goodbye,
my heart was so broken, I couldn't speak.

Two hours after I left,
he went to his home in the sky.
I felt so much regret
because I couldn't say goodbye.

I loved my daddy with all my heart,
and I just want him to know.
I will always love him,
and he will always be my hero.

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