My Daddy ~ My Hero My Daddy's angel fell from grace a demon rose up in it's place Havoc fell upon us all our castle somehow not so tall Depression was our main concern limbs of misery grew like a fern Slow moves the ticking of a clock watching your castle crumble to rocks Years passed by, noone could cope alone my Mom burned the candle of hope For surely the angel could find it's way if the light of a candle burned each day Then something exciting came to be my Daddy fought back ferociously I had no doubt, I knew he would the only question was, when he would And just like when I was a little girl all things bad left in a whirl And only then did the angel return and in everything there's a lesson to learn Of steel , iron, rock or concrete lives something vulnerable soft and weak No matter if your castle reaches the sky what rocks surround you is where strength lies.            Sheila Downs 3/00               Copyright ©2001 Sheila Downs Back to Sheila's Poetry