Monday, December 31, 2018
My superman, created by the master craftsman.
Firm grip, hard stance, tough disposition but gentle mien.
My super hero, moulded by the Potter. Your broad shoulders, a fortress.
Your sturdy arms, I run to for sanctuary.
You were always there to pick me up lest I fall.
My Tiger, fought and defeated all fierce and scary beasts from my nightmares.
My Gladiator, your voice reassuring in the face of my doubts and fears.
My Knight in shinning armour, I was afraid but you taught me how to be fearless.
My strength, you taught me to be brave and fought my worst fears. You drove away my
worst fears and drove the demons away forever.
My Champ, the aura of your presence intrigues me and sends shivers down the
spine of every bully that crossed my path.
My Genius, tons of wisdom in your DNA. You taught me to always bury my head in my work, to burn the midnight candle.
My Mentor, you let me make my mistakes and showed me the way.
My Disciplinarian, you never spared the rod. Albeit I had doubts of your love for
me at the time. I now see clearly, you were pushing me real hard to get to the street of success.
My Role model, you moulded me to the man I am today. You watched and helped me take
my first steps.
My Inspiration, you taught me how to get
up each time I fell.
You showed me how to fight when faced with
the storms of life.
For all your scolding.
For all your admonitions.
For all your counsel.
Thank you Dad for making me a better dad.
Thank you Papa for making me a better man.
Topic(s) of this poem: tribute