October 5, 2011
By Elaina Youngblood SILVER, Fort Worth, Texas
Elaina Youngblood SILVER, Fort Worth, Texas
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There once was a man.
He was there for me, to protect me.
He was like superman.
My little sister would agree.

If someone hurt us.
This man would help right away.
Wouldn’t get nervous.
And never runaway.

He was amazing.
Although he could get mad.
He helped my raising.
This man was my Dad.

The author's comments:
I lost my dad when I was really little, this poem is just to reflect how much I care for him.

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