Savannah Anastasiou, Grade 5
This poem is dedicated to a hero called my dad.
He is the best father anyone could ever have.
He always says I’m his Mini me,
Witch fills my heart with lots of Glee.
Tall and fit is my dad,
I never ever see him sad.
He loves to eat and enjoys a big plate,
Not bad for someone who’s 48.
He chews his food really loud,
He make this crazy animal sound.
On the couch he likes to snore,
I really want to push him on the floor.
His smile lights up the room,
Just like the big bright yellow moon.
He will always be there for me through thick and thin.
This is why I am proud to call him my dad.