Student Publishing Program ::

Hannah Rosen

A Daughter's Hero

I wait on the front stairs to see his car lights,
Through the thick green bush blocking my view of the driveway.
Singing with my mom as the birds do, to pass the seemingly endless time.

He walks in through the garage door,
Dropping off his briefcase as he allows a smile to flash across his face,
As if he has been gone for decades.
I leap into his arms immediately being lifted and loved.

Up the stairs he climbs running to change;
Doctor to father.
And up to my room I run to show off my new book,
Hoping one day to be like my hero; my father.

A daughter's hero.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2010 EDITION]