My Father- Kinda
Dear Mr. O'Brien,
You're my hero. I can't think of a better word because you are my
Teacher
Director
Father-figure
And of course, a family friend of sorts.
It's complicated. When you rest your hand on my shoulder, I am comforted by your strong presence. I believe that you will protect me. I know that you love me. You carry my burdens on your back, and I carry your memory in my heart. I never have to impress you.
I love you. I will remember the shape of your nose and the color of your eyes and the stubble on your chin.
Goodnight.
This poem is about:
Me