Father's Day

This is a poem that I wrote and gave to my husband when we were dating. He truly is my hero.

My Hero
You are my hero, woven in my dreams
and in my thoughts, when the telephone rings

You are the man that sings those songs
woven in you heart
songs to God, sung in the dark

You are a man I know so well
and I think about it when I see the sea shells

You are my hero, my wild stallion
lover of garden salads with scallions

So complex, yet a man of simple joys
like Christmas lights and getting the lids on tight

You are a man of memories all bottled up tight
and when love draws near, they come to light

You are a man of dreams and schemes
and you have come to me
my hero woven in my dreams