Jan Kurlapski


My Hero Is My Dad


My hero is my dad,
my hero is always in my heart,
my hero is always by my side
when I'm going through hard times,
my hero never wants anything back,
even though I ask him many times
his always by my side,
I look up in his eye’s and
I see deep blue sky,
that’s my dad just like I,
my hero is my dad hope he never dies

Submitted: Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 26, 2013

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i wrote this poem with help of my friend and collaborator Thomas Dudfield when we were inspired by poems in our English class with Mr Samuel Reed

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