Father

I remember when he picked me
With hands kekarnya,
Hugged and hugged tightly.
He who had fought for their country,
He is the father who loves his children,
He was a husband's dream.
He's my savior, my hero, a grandfather who is very meaningful to me.
I'm here writing this poem, while holding the tears spill.
I miss the man who made ​​me comfortable sturdy handed
Through his words, "Everything will be fine."