My Dad My Hero Poem by Sari Mavi

Dad was a quiet man, a little smile,
and rarely laugh

If he spoke, there was something bothering him
If he smiles, there was something that
youched his heart
If he laughs, there is something that makes him happy

My Dad medium-bodied; he has two hands stocky
Tanned, broad-chested
Really, there is nothing special about his
appearance

Nevertheless, my Dad is a figure of a man who really cares about his children
Keep us from danger with both hands stocky
Clinging tightly to his chest, as I cried sobbing

His skin was tanned implying he's a hard worker against the sun
And two burly hands signifies the toughness he dispels difficulties

My Dad is my hero; a taciturn man with a slight smile,
and laughter is so rare

But he devoted affection for
his beloved family