-诗- 我的父亲是我的英雄
my father was my hero, all throughout my life.
the father of eight children, he saw his share of strife1.
when i was very little, he appeared to be so large.
in my eyes he could do anything, we all knew he was in charge2.
he was a man of great strength both physically and in mind,
but in him there was a gentleness, he found ways to be outgoing3 and kind.
many days of childhood were greeted with a kiss,
and songs to me as i awoke, those days i surely miss.
he made me feel so special, “miss america” he would sing.
i knew i had my father’s love. it gave me courage to do most4 anything.
from him i learned to stand up tall, to be proud of who i am.
strength and determination were the qualities of this fine man.
as the years of his life dwindled down5, that strength kept him alive.
plus the unfailing determination to help my ailing6 mother have the care she needed to survive.
he loved her and his children, so much he gave up years of his life
caring for this woman, his soulmate, his wife.
day and night he struggled for years with her disease.
a lesser man would have been brought down to his knees7.
with illnesses of his own, he still stood by her side
caring for her and loving her until the day she died.
twenty days later his own time was at an end.
i lost my hero, my father, a man who was my friend.
a few years have passed, and life just isn’t the same.
but as father’s day approaches, i will celebrate8 his name.
with prayers to him and god above to stay by my side,
to watch over me and guide me, to look down on me with pride.
for i am my father’s daughter, one day we will meet again.
but until then i will remember, and the love will never end.
我父亲是我的英雄，在我一生从未改变。
身为八个孩子的父亲，他清楚自己重任在肩。
当我还是小不点，他显得是如此高大。
在我眼中他无所不能，我们知道是他当家。
他的身心都蕴藏着无穷的力量，
但他也温柔，能让人感到他友善直爽。
儿时的许多早晨，我都是被他的亲吻和歌声唤醒，